She asked me where I lived, seeming eager to make conversation. I told her I’d been in Atlanta since I finished college. I learned that she was 23 a...d was from a hamlet upstate even smaller than my hometown. It turned out that we’d both attended the same university, albeit many years apart. Christina appeared genuinely happy to have someone to talk to. Then, suddenly, in the middle of our pleasant chit-chat, she blurted out, “Do you want to go see a movie with me?” Despite being caught slightly. I could grasp it then, with my internal muscles, pulling him the rest of the way into me. It was my moment. It was his moment. Male to female, the consummation of our beings. Pull, enter. Pull, enter more. Pull, come into me my love. Push, I’m yours. Pull, feel my love holding you, Jim. Push, take more of me, I want you all. That’s it, you are mine. You have all of me, you are deep, so deep, all that way, all of you, of me surrounding you. Your head is there, it’s all the way there. I can feel. “Today, you have no name. Today, you have no skill. Today, you have no value. A strong tribe is made of strong people. Today, you are weak. Today, I reject you from the Mudheel tribe.”Had you not heard this speech every year, his words might be shocking to hear. Certainly, if an outsider were in attendance, the opening lines would seem unfairly harsh. But everyone here was Mudheel, by birth or by choice or by force, and many of them had been through this ceremony themselves. After an acceptable. That face was horrifying and would never leave her nightmares. As she thought about this, Rachel unknowingly turned into an alleyway. In front of her was a tall man in a raincoat. Rachel began to feel scared. She quickened pace trying to get away from the stranger as quickly as possible. Just as she passed him he grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth and pulled a knife on her. Holding it to her throat he said in a deep voice "Make a sound.