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The story thus far...
    Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they don't seem to be in any hurry to do so.
    Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box that they can't open.

What's going on right now:
    Grace and Simon are exploring the Rialto, which is the theatre on the other side of the passage.
Grace has convinced Simon into taking a bath with her.

About the page...

    Okay, first important piece of business:
If you're under the age of consent by your local laws, then you shouldn't be sharing a bath with anyone.

Second important piece of business:
Marijuana or 'weed' is legal in Otterstow, but NOT for minors. Like most ill-behaved teenagers, Grace can manage to get her hands on things she shouldn't.

Yes, I wrote this scene, but it doesn't mean I condone their behaviour. Lots of people have written books about murder, and I'm sure they don't condone it either.

Now that that is out of the way...

This is a classic case of mutually induced mis-behaviour. Grace would not be the least bit interested in taking a bath if Simon weren't there. It would not occur to Simon to make such a forward proposal to Grace, as he is afraid of getting into trouble if does. He's not truly aghast about the idea of taking a bath with Grace, but he'll only do so if she gives him a green light, which she has. And if he's not careful, he's going to hurt himself getting his clothes off.

If you look at page 32, I drew a similar scene of Grace and Simon at the lake. This one, I think, is a little better. Might even make a nice desktop.

Drawing completed - 21 FEB 2011
Drawing posted - 23 FEB 2011

20 JUNE 2001 Wednesday - 2100
Page 96
Rialto Living Quarters

    Simon covered his mouth in panic. "Grace!" he whispered. "We're barely fourteen! We can't be . . . naked together!"

    "What are you prattling on about, you slaphead! We swam naked in the lake not two months ago!"

    "But that was after dark!" Simon said. "And you had me stoned on weed." He looked suspiciously at her. "You always do when you're about to get me in trouble."

    "Oh, ferjackssake," she muttered, as she began to take off her clothes as Simon stared silently. "Look if you're going to be such a prude all of a sudden, you can leave the room. Besides, it's not like we're going to do anything."

    Simon seemed to regain some of his courage. He stepped cautiously forward and, now that Grace was down to her knickers, he felt more or less obliged to reciprocate and began to pull off his shirt.
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