Friday, August 12, 2016

You know how I feel about tattoos, boy

It was wine night, and any minute his aunt would be back with her gaggle of women from the neighborhood.

"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!"