‘Come on Marco, dance with me,’ I encouraged my boyfriend. ‘It will be fun!’ When Marco refused again I decided not to wait any longer and I w...nt on to the dance floor with Sabrina. We began dancing in time with the music, enjoying the beat. I looked back over to where the boys were standing and was very annoyed to notice that not only was Marco looking at me but that he was actually watching some other girl on the dance floor. Just then a young man moved towards Sabrina and myself. I. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years. "Not entirely, but at least partly. Especiallyafter the summer you had. I bet if you ask Rachel, she'll confirm that apostpartum woman is most vulnerable emotionally to the desire to feelneeded and wanted. It was a perfect storm of emotions. And I didn't warnyou because I assumed you knew!"Tommi looked up into Katie's eyes to try to read what the older girl wasthinking. Suddenly, though, Tommi dropped her gaze."What?" Katie asked insistently as soon as she saw the motion.Tommi sniffled. They were looking for victims to sacrifice to their gods on the Beltane Eve.I was kept in a small hut, a cramped and dusty prison if there ever was one.At last they came for me... It was my time to be the victim, but as I prepared to die, little did I know just exactly what kind of sacrifice I was to be.The womenfolk of their village arrived silently at the hovel and motioned to me that it was time to be prepared as a gift to the god. They walked me to the nearby stream, where I was dunked in.