What is that? I picked up the dagger, and answered her question: Mark Glassners death. I nicked my finger with the blade. A single, dark bead of bloo... welled from the cut and landed upon the black metal. For a moment the dagger burned red, drinking in my blood, and binding itself to my life. I could feel the cursed thing like an ugly, throbbing wound upon my forehead. A single cut from this blade will kill any man or woman in minutes, I explained. Nothing can heal its wounds once it has been. He gave me a cheeky wink and we shuffled closer to each other until we were in the middle of the circle. We stood up. Our friends giggled and encouraged me. He stared straight at me, into my eyes. I grabbed his zip. As I slowly pulled it down, he put his lips to my ear and whispered so later, I want to see if I guessed correctly… I started unbuttoning his pants. I could feel he was hard and pulsing. His lips started caressing my ear. Alright you two! Betty giggled. You can stop now!.. As we rounded the corner into the bedroom he produced the pipe with a flourish, the bowl already full. He lit up, took a long drag, and held it out to me. I took it without a word. We smoked the whole thing, looking into each other's eyes. Stoned to the bone, I stood still while he raised my top over my head. My nipples were hard little cones atop my breasts, and his fingers went right to them, twisting and pulling as I inhaled sharply. "Ooooh," I moaned, as little lightning bolts coursed. Her rich platinum blond hairhung down as she inspected herself. The image was a familiar shock anda thankful relief. She fought against her fatigue to stand. The girl'sface that rose in the mirror was unmistakable. She was back. As much as she was glad to be out of the situation offacing eternity at 16, she could not separate the sadness she felt forhaving to abandon such a large part of what and who she had once been.She was after all, only sixteen. She wondered if someone of much.