She who had always strived for peace ... was ready ... and even determined to kill them both and drop their bodies overboard. Bicker! Bicker! Bicker!W...at stopped me was my aversion to blood ... anyones blood. Hers ... his ... mine ... the next-door neighbor ... the man on the street. Blood. I did not handle the red flag of puberty well.It started out well.We left Tolaga Bay rested, refreshed and in harmony ... mostly. I was jealous of my prerogatives. I had spent three days cleaning, tinkering. Realizing now, what the smell had been... Smoking a cigarette here and there with Tosh and already getting drunk plenty with her parents. Loving the thrill that came with such, she finds herself open to the idea of trying any drug. All the same, seeing solvents lying around the house, she'd always chicken out... The image popping into her head of someone finding her in her room, cold and blue. Body, lying folded over her lap, head on the ground next to an open can of rubber cement... Here. And if her mom caught us, it would be really bad.”“Did you guys break up?”“No, but I don’t know how I can see her.”“If you can’t see her, maybe you’d want to do it with me?”Rachel was really pretty and I was sure it would be lots of fun to have sex with her, but I was sure Francesca would be really mad at me. The only way I could do it with Rachel was if I broke up with Francesca. I didn’t want to do that, but I didn’t know how I could ever see her. Her mom was SO dumb, but there really wasn’t. "By breakfast on Saturday morning, Mark could stand no more. Trisha had continued to be uncomfortable and distracted since the night before."What's going on, Sweet? I hope you're not thinking about breaking up with me because of this thing with Jeff. We're going to fight him, and I'll stand by you; you know that." Thanks. It's nothing like that. But, we do need to talk." Uh, oh. Famous last words. Let's go get comfortable." Mark placed his arm around Trisha's shoulders as they went to the sofa..