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After that, I sit by the pool with a azine and drink two Bloody Marys while I read all about the latest celebrity antics in ill surely turn out to be a futile atteazine has only one small picture of Damien and me, and I immediately decide that this particular publication is a million times more responsible than its competitors

At eleven, I still haven’t heard frooes toI know thethe ht ever

"Hi," I say

"Hi, yourself What have you done so far today?"

"Very little," I ad out? I have someplace I’d like to take you"

"Yeah? Where?"

"Rollerblading on Venice Beach," he says, and I burst out laughing--at least until I realize he’s serious

"Really?"

"It’s fun Have you ever done it?"

I have to adh time I tried

"In that case, I have the perfect accessories" I unwrap the shirts and caps, then pull my shirt on over the dress and shove my hair into a cap "The nize us"

"Not to mention the fact that you look pretty dath mirror and decide it could be worse It’s not a fashion state a lazy, touristy Sunday afternoon

Das his body and the black baseball cap that accentuates his chiseled jaw and brilliant smile

He has a leather backpack, and he offers to holdelse," he says

"Don’t we have to check out?"

"It’s my room," he says "Well, the co clients and execs from out of town"

Not a bad deal, I think, as we head down to the valet stand Soon we’re in the Jaguar and heading west down Santa Monica Boulevard

Damien knows the small streets of Venice well and soon he has the car settled in an attended garage and we’re sitting on a bench strapping on rented Rollerblades, kneepads, and hel the them to the little rental stand

"I told you I’d be horrible," I say

"You were pretty bad," he acknowledges "I’raceful can actually have no balance whatsoever"