Sarah stood, bare in the cold wind but as she watched the horrid story unfold in front of her face, tendrils of black smoke covered her. The smoke make a crude gown that billowed wildly around her, dancing in the wind. Her heart felt as if it were breaking as she died the death with Mr. S, with,<br/><br/>"Victor?" she whispered, turning to him, putting her hand on his thin arm.<br/><br/>She understood his helplessness and his agony. Tears, hot, bitter and salty streamed down her face without her being aware of their presence. Her Victor, a gentle man, a tailor, sensitive soul whose entire life was making people happy and creating beauty was destroyed this way. condemned to live this life with no reprieve, no end, alone, damned. Sarah's throat burned as she quelled the screams of angry that tried to mingle with the futile protest that filled the air.<br/><br/>In that instance, Sarah felt herself become a woman. Childhood fell away from her as she witnessed the injustice that was doled out to her Victor. She whispered to him,<br/>"I , simply Sarah, in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, Victor Surge, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one. To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself. I give myself to thee from this time forward, if thee will have me."