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About the page...
    Grace and Simon share a tender moment, resulting in a minor injury.

    Please read the disclaimer on the previous page about acceptable behavior for teens.

    For the first panel, I originally drew Grace at full-length, stepping into the tub. Of course, it was discreetly draped. However, as she is fourteen, I chickened out and went with something more conservative, which is what we have here. Sort of a shame, honestly - I thought it was a nice, tasteful piece of art. However, I have no desire to be locked up with a hairy room-mate who thinks I have a pretty mouth.

    Oh, and by the way, that's Grace's foot sticking out of the tub. Her shoe size would be one step below Shaquille O'Neal.

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.

Drawing completed - 01 MAR 2011
Drawing posted - 02 MAR 2011

20 JUNE 2001 Wednesday - 2100
Page 97
Rialto Living Quarters

    Once Grace had completely disrobed, she quickly slipped into the bath.

    "Oh, Simon, it's grand! Hurry up and get in while the water's still warm."

    Simon, now hurrying, took off his clothes and got into the water.

    "Woo!" He said as he lowered his tail into the water. "Ha-ha-haaa-hot-hotototot." He finally managed to get himself almost entirely immersed.

    "Isn't this loverly?" asked Grace.

    "Yes, very nice," Simon answered, looking in her eyes.

    "I found some soap," she mentioned, holding up a bar. "Scrub my front?" she asked.

    "Erm . . . yeah. Suppose so," said Simon, taking the soap with a blank stare on his face.

    They slowly approached each other and then, closing their eyes, moved in for a kiss.

    "Ow!" Simon said. "My nose."
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