It was on the second floor in the Mission and her name was Sweet Cecelia. Grace had been there twice before to just talk with her and review the design. As an artist Grace knew what she wanted and had sketched it for her to review. Sweet Cecelia stared at Grace at their first meeting and merely asked, “Are you sure?” Today was the day. Grace was there and ready. She was letting go of all the judgments, the taboos and opinions. She was ready to have her own design; a small piece of art permanently inked and inserted into her virginal skin. It was a passage that was much more than skin deep.