Trent pulled into the lookout carpark and I felt immediately like someone was watching us, I had a horrible feeling of gloom in the pit of my stomach -- as if I was doing something wrong and was going to be punished for it. The lookout it a gravel lot on the side of the road that looks out over the ocean. It's a hotspot for horny teenager, gay guys and cheating spouses alike. People who have nowhere else to go.

Heavy trees lulled over the carpark. There were no moon or stars, only the tiniest sign of ripples to let us know there was water at the bottom of the cliff. Trent and I go through this routine every weekend. He will take me to a movie, or sometimes for a drink now I am eighteen. On the way home we stop here for a quickie. If I'm even five minutes late my overprotective father will start calling me and get very angry, so we have to make sure he is never late in dropping me home.