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"This you in the picture?" I ask, using my polite Catholic-schoolup at me "That’s irl on that wall are ? I’m just about to lock up"

I walk over to her and lean down on the glass counter, checking out the aftercare products they have for sale "I’ve got soht and look down at her She’s not short--average height, really Maybe five six or seven But I’m tall, so I tower over her She looks up at irl is like a pin-up fro, round iant hands to manhandle them

"Eyes up, perv," she says dryly as she traces a line frorab the he my chest, then pull it forward over my head

Her eyes are plastered toback and forth between the v line and the happy trail

"Hey, Bombshell," I say She ss and looks up atFuck me with your eyes for all I care"

She recoils a little, like I irl who is not only a tattoo artist in a college town, but also greith four brothers, could not be that easily offended

"Watch your h your teeth," she snarls

Or esture and turn around so she can see h and I roll h

"Aout of this?" I jolt a little when her fingers touch my left shoulder blade, and then trace dohat I think is the hula girl’s leg

"God, I’ve never seen an uglier tattoo"

I look overfix it or not?"

She s me shudder "I can," she whispers, and then clears her throat "But my brother Vic is probably your best bet"