It was wine night, and any minute now, his aunt would be back with her gaggle of women from the neighborhood.
"I told you, you little punk. If you want a tattoo, you can join the marines. Keep your hands on your head, unless you want a red ass to show off too."
"Please, Uncle Jerry. Aunt Helen will be back soon, with the neighbors, and... they'll—*panicked gulp*—they'll see me."
"They'll see your tattoos, you disobedient little punk."
"Please! I'm... I'm na..." He couldn't bring himself to say the next word.
"I'm not wearing anything, and they'll see."
The man grinned.
"Shouldn't have gotten a bunch of tattoos if you didn't want to show them off!"
