Allie and Mary leveled their spear and knife, respectively, at the other tribe as they backed away.George was shaking, holding Abe’s head in his han...s as his tribemate took a last shuddering breath. Nobody spoke.Finally, George jumped up and grabbed Abe’s fallen spear. “She’s gunna fuckin’ pay!” He started toward the girls’ camp but Joan stepped to block him.“You attack now and you might hurt Allie and Mary,” she said calmly. “They might be pregnant, George.”George thought for a moment,. She pushed the thought aside. She knew she had already agreed to trust him and obey him. She knew he had the power to make things worse for her or make them better. Right now he was using it for her own good and she wanted to keep it that way. She did wonder how far his power went. Where was the line drawn?She figured she would know once she crossed it. She had a lot on her mind and was still having trouble dealing with her current position, though she was getting more used to it. She really. It felt funny watching that stuff, because my home was one where the strongest expletive was "darn it", and where body parts were called by their dictionary names.My eyes alternated between the screen and Billy's face. My handsome ninth grade class president concentrated on the TV, but I could feel instinctively that he looked at my face while I was watching the screen. We had walked home from school after my already tall next door neighbor had played in a regular Friday night junior varsity. So my tale starts when I got admission into a medical college in Pune and I decided to move there as PG. I was a young 18 year old girl getting out of my home for the first time. I decided to get a single bedroom house in Pune rather than stay in the hostel, but I was finding it very hard to find something in a decent place because I had a Muslim name. Further harder since I was a single girl. The area where Muslims tended to stay are less posh, and farther off from my college. My problem got.