By now it was pretty clear to Marcia that Phoebe hadsome sort of eating disorder."It was never a full scholarship," she explained."But your mother wro...e..."Phoebe snorted. "Well, there are additional costs. Maybe she wasn'taware. Lab fees, books, room and board...blah blah blah...livingexpenses."It had been a point to consider, these living expenses. Why couldn'tPhoebe have gone to a far less expensive state school? She would havebeen able to live and commute from home and save on room and. His file says that he’s married and has twin teenage children; a boy and a girl. The love of a woman, children, and a place to call his own. This sounds like perfectly good motive for a smart young man to get out of the game.”“Not for you, of course, Old Man,” Ramirez joked.“Not when I have a good man who permits me to stay IN the game, non.”“How is Sam?”“Bien. And I hear Violeta in the background. Sorry for waking you, Violeta.”Ramirez turned to his wife.“Luc is sorry to wake you,” he told. This smelled sledgehammer strong.“Careful with this shit, it’s killer” Mark offered as he hung up the phone.He wasn’t k**ding. One toke and my head was spinning.By rights, I should have called them Mr. & Mrs. Anderson but Mark and Jan seemed so much more natural. As a teenager, most adults I knew were pains in the ass. Either sanctimonious hypocrites or the occasional well meaning person who had no idea what I was going through. These guys were still hot for each other. I caught Mark rubbing. " You can't." Excuse me?" You can't stop doing it," said Brenda."Brenda you're totally confusing me," said Tina. "I don't understand."Brenda chuckled sadly."The Great Tina, finally doesn't understand something," she said.Tina flinched. Being hit on by a jerk and ignoring nasty comments from other girls was one thing. Having someone that she'd started forming a friendship with pissed off at her was something else entirely. Especially when she didn't even know what she'd done.She sat back in her.