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My skin had color

And my eyes… were blue

Bad Penny

By Staci Hart

Dick Lips

“Did you know that a man’s lips are the same color as the head of his dick?”

I took a long lick of my ice cream to punctuate the question Rahed openly and a little too loudly for a public place A few people in the ice cream parlor turned to look

“I’ I can vouch for it I’ve seen a lot of dicks”

Veronica snorted “Oh my God Stop it”

Ra The three of us sat at a small table on the patio of our favorite ice cream joint, which was conveniently located around the corner from our apart coust — and that day was particularly huive us reprieve fro sun Hence, the ice cream, shorty shorts, and tanks we all wore

Curse of getting ready to go anywhere with your roommates Everyone matched

It happened more than I’d adether, worked together at Tonic — a tattoo parlor— and boy hunted together Well, I hunted boys, Ra, and Veronica rejected all potential suitors The only difference in our appearance was the color of our messy buns: Veronica’s was pitch-black, Ramona’s was platinum-blonde, and mine was a silvery shade of lavender that I’d stuck with for three whole months It was nearly a record

“Like take this guy for exaroup of guys sat just inside the rolled up garage doors

We all looked, not even pretending to be inconspicuous Everyone knows no one can tell if you were looking at thelasses on

Two of their backs were to us, but the third faced our direction, and, boy, was he a looker He was in a sort of muscle shirt, which sounds horribly douchey, but he pulled it off well enough that I wished he’d pull it off He was tan and dirty blond with biceps that had curves like a rollercoaster and a tattoo on his shoulder that I couldn’t make out from the distance Black Wayfarers sat on his nose, and when he laughed at so one of his friends had said, I swear his smile blew a circuit in my brain