Yup？like　quasi…gay　father；　like　quasi…gay　son。

Dodging　the　summer　tourist　sidewalk　traffic；　Dan　stubbed　out　his　cigarette　and　stuffed　his　hands

deep　into　the　pockets　of　his　fraying　brown　cords。You　can？t　be　gay。　The　image　of　Bree　naked　and

glistening　with　sweat　in　that　overheated　yoga　studio　came　to　him；　and　suddenly　he　felt　a　little　out

of　breath。　A　little　dizzy。　What　was　this　sensation？　It　felt　familiar　and　alien　all　at　once。　And　he　felt

something　else　too？　a　boner。　In　full　daylight；　like　a　little　kid。　Looking　down　at　it；　he　couldn？t　help

but　smile。　It　was　the　best　boner　he？d　ever　had！　The　thought　of　Bree；　her　bare　skin　damp　with

sweat　as　she　arched　her　back　and　planted　her　palms　on　the　floor；　was　what　sent　his　heart　racing。

He　lit　another　cigarette　to　celebrate　the　fact　that　he　had　biological　evidence　to　prove　that　he；　Dan

Humphrey；　was　most　certainly　not　gay。　He　had　to　keep　himself　from　jumping　in　the　air　to　click　his

heels　together。

Oh；　andthat？s　not　gay　at　all。

the　ghost　of　high　school　past

？Girls！　There　are　girls　here！？　yelled　a　guy　Serena　didn？t　recognize。　He　lurched　down　the　stone

steps　from　the　foyer　to　the　driveway；　clutching　one　of　her　mother？s　antique　crystal　champagne

flutes。　He　raised　the　glass　in　salute　as　she　stepped　out　of　the　Aston　Martin；　sloshing　champagne　all

over　the　stone　steps。

？Dude；　that？s　my　sister。？　Erik　van　der　Woodsen　pushed　the　staggering　guy　out　of　his　way　and

raced　toward　Serena。　He　wore　a　rumpled　blue　gingham　oxford；　top　three　buttons　undone；　and

khakis　that　had　started　to　fray　at　the　cuffs。　His　pale　blond　hair　was　mussed　and　his　huge　blue　eyes

were　bloodshot；　but　he　was　as　handsome　as　ever。　？Ho