Right there on the end,” pointing to the point of a flame shaped figure tattooed there. He waited until I inspected his arm, pointing patiently. ... “Ooo, yeah,” I said without really seeing a puncture wound or a scar of any kind, but rather seeing a poorly done tattoo. My sharply focused twin-lenses saw the truth. The inspection and my enthusiasm caused him to continue with the next bit, “They released me after that. Yeah, mom picked me up that same night all bandaged up. I seen this other. "I know mon Cheri, I missed you to,." he smiled, kissing her softly as she slipped his shirt away. His fingers hooked into the bottom of her tunic, lifting it slowly to reveal her voluptious curves.She took his hands then, leading him back to the canvas as understanding filled his eyes. Her picked her up then, laying her in the paint as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking it. She arched her hips against him, feeling the tip press into her. He grabbed her hips then,. " There's something I want to ask you, Martin," she said, hoping that he would agree to her proposition. "You said the other night that we could take them to Peter's Club for a party, and watch Monroe giving it to Janet. You practically promised."Martin laughed into the telephone. "Sometimes I think you must be some kind of pervert," he stopped for a moment, still not able to control his laughter. "You go right ahead and do whatever you wish. See Peter this afternoon and make some arrangement. We talked about work. Airel always let me know the latest scuttlebutt at work and who was fucking who.As the drinks flowed, it was always the same question from her. She would ask, "Anna, when will you find a guy to date you?"I would smile and just shrug my shoulders.…………………………………………………The days, weeks, and months went by, always the same for the most part. My work efforts were noticed, and I received an excellent promotion making enough money so I could breathe.One Friday night, Ariel could not.