As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. ...He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man. The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It was both beautiful and sinister. Fitz kissed it after he was done. Then he told her that she would need to come back in every day so he could personally make sure it was perfect and. Like a cat in heat, I realized, but that only drew up images of the latex-clad cat woman at Natalia’s exhibition and increased the throbbing emptiness between my thighs. It was the longest Sunday of my life, and the night didn’t turn out to be much better. Sleep was a luxury that only came in short, troubled episodes, and when dawn finally broke, I needed a third cup of coffee to find my bearings. * * * * * The five minutes in the staff room had been hell. Only half of the crowd was already. ____’He’s not a customer, and he’s not even a man,’ Andy attempted to explain. He doubted that he penetrated the wall of obfuscation that shrouded his wife’s deeply veiled lucidity. ____’Not a man? He’s not a man? What the hell is he, then?’ ____’A high school kid. The son of an employee.’ ____’Which employee?’ ____’Martin Lowell.’ ____’Marty Lowell? That swine! He’s an even bigger pig than you! Trading Cheri off with Carl Ryan for feisty-Faith is bad enough. But Marty? You gave your daughter. I quickly swallowed, scared that I might actually start drooling. ‘Dad!’ Becky growled, her voice breaking in on my moment. ‘That’s Erika’s. If you’re hungry I’ll make you one…’ She was half standing as she spoke. ‘No, it’s all right, Beck.’ I said quickly. ‘I’m not really all that hungry… really. Mr P may as well finish it for me, I wouldn’t want to waste it.’ Mr P smiled his dazzling smile at both me and Becky, ‘See she wants me to eat it!’ He said for my benefit more than Becky’s I was sure,.