”“Okay. And I get final approval on yours,” she said.“Nope. I get final approval on mine.”“That’s not fair!” she pointed out.“Do you... want a tattoo or not?”“Fine. Is there a tattoo parlor in town?”“Not that I’m aware of.” Before she could protest, I added, “We’ll consult an expert. You can’t go to any old tattoo place.”“Which expert?”An hour later I led Rachael into Fred’s Barber Shop. Four dark red vinyl barber seats lined one wall of the small shop, mirrors facing each. Blue Barbasol glass. Meg didn't seem worried that her breasts were on show. I had almost finished my beer and was ready to leave when I saw Meg push her skirt along her thighs. She wriggled around some, and her panties traveled down her legs and over her feet. Meg glanced over at me quickly and handed her panties to Daniel.I finished my beer and was about to leave when Meg walked towards me and passed without saying anything. I did get a wry smile.My phone buzzed. It was a text from Meg; she was in the bathroom. It. That will be reward enough, believe me!" Bleed?" asked Penny, rather apprehensively."Purely figurative! Don't fret!"Purely figurative it was for the first few weeks. Penny became ever more skilled in all the moves involved in the sport of kickboxing, but never once did her fist land on that ever moving and ever unhittable face, and, by God, she tried hard enough! Some days she thought she was becoming sharper, and almost hitting the laughing face in front of her, but never did she lay a glove. I did not have Amy today, so apart from maybe catching her in the hallways I would not really need to worry about how to act today. Besides after yesterday, it wouldn't be that hard, all I need to do is think about finishing school and getting home to her.My morning lessons passed easily, I spent my spare time just getting homework done so that when I got home I could spend more time with Amy. I headed to the canteen to grab something to take out, settling on a ham and cheese sandwich, with an.