"You've seen my body, it hasn't changed since the last time I came out of the shower or the that time I mooned you in the kitchen."

I was uncomfortable thinking about his body so I blurted out the least sexy place I could think of. ”Your wrist."

"Alright." He moved up to the girl who smiled sweetly at him. "Yeah. I need a tattoo done. Maybe two." He turned his head to look at me. "She still hasn't decided yet."

The girl nodded her head. "Can I get a copy of the thing you want?" Kent took the slip of paper I was holding and gave it to her. She stood up and disappeared into the back of the shop. She returned in a few minutes with the picture. "Where do you want it and how big?"

Kent held wrist out to her. "Big enough for the wrist." The girl nodded and disappeared again.

I looked at Kent, smiling. "You're really doing this. Where should I put mine?"

Kent leaned his elbow on the desk as he waited for the girl to come back, his boots crossed at his ankles. "So you're going to get it? I say your chest." His eyes moved to my buttoned up coat and then shook his head, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm just kidding. How about your hip? Or a little farther over where there's more meat, so it doesn't hurt so much?"

I smiled. "Maybe I should get it on my wrist, too. Or maybe on my lower back. I've always wanted a tramp stamp. Ooh! How about on the bottom of my foot?"

Kent made a face. "That sounds painful.” He chuckled. "I like the wrist idea then we'll match.”

"Okay. Let’s do it."

The receptionist came back out and looked at me. "How about you, darling?"

"One of the same, hon."

"Alright, just let me see your wrist." When I offered it she took it and measured it with her finger. “I’ve got one artist tonight so it'll have to be one at a time. I'll get you set up, beautiful. You want to take your man back to the chair?”

"He's not my man..." I pointed at the drawing, a little panic in my voice. "Does that symbol mean he's my man?"

"Oh. I just assumed. I have no idea what the symbol means, sugar." The girl was cute in an emo way because of the black hair and tattoos. "Anyway, I'll get Matt out here in a minute when I get the sheet set up."

"Is Matt hot?" I smiled sweetly.

The girl looked at Kent and gave a little grin. "He kind of looks like him, ‘cept with lots of tattoos and glasses."

"Mmm...glasses." I looked at Kent with a grin. "Sounds sexy." I looked back to the tat lady. "Is he single?"