He drew up a sketch and after bearing my shoulder, set about doing his work. The drinks I had earlier might have dulled my sense of reason, but not my... sense of pain. My arm felt as if it were on fire, the buzz of the gun was deafening in my ears, but for once, I couldn’t hear her gasps. I almost stopped him in the middle of his work, but I stuck it out, I had to do this. I would be her memorial, the tattoo her monument, the design an outward expression of my inward pain. I inspected his work,. She was nervous just being in his truck and on the highway. There was more bugging her too...she had a big question that she needed to ask Garet but couldn't find the courage to do so."Something wrong angel?"She snaps back to the real world after hearing Garet's voice and decides it's time to ask the question that has been in the back of her head all day..."Garet...what do you consider me?"He laughs a bit and look's at her with a smile on his face." Well you're Sadi of course you silly. Rob leaned over and began kissing my neck and ear and I turned my head and really started kissing him back. One good show deserves another, right? Suddenly, we didn’t hear anymore skateboarding. We opened our eyes and both guys were standing there, shirts off, sagging shorts, just watching us kiss and making little comments to each other. We looked at each other and knew exactly what the other was thinking. Rob cranked up the truck and over we drove to the two guys. As we pulled up, the. When she looked up in the mirror at me she was crying. My feelings immediately went from the pleasure of what we had just shared to concern for her. ‘It’s okay Stef, really. Don’t cry honey.’ ‘I know …it’s just that it’s been so long and I have been so lonely and now …..’ I stepped away from her, feeling my cock slide softly out of her embrace. As she stood, I turned her to me. It was an awkward movement with my erection still at full staff against my belly, but I pulled her closely toward me.