That goddess had me wrapped around her fingers. She suffocated my thoughts almost all the time. I hated going to work knowing I had an awesome toy waiting for me at home to play with. I chiseled some ink into a few customers, and that helped my mind stop thinking about my girl. I drew a red dragon into a guy’s arm then a goat on some guy’s thigh. I made sure the guy was sober before I did that one. For some reason he still wanted it—a goat tattoo. But it wasn’t my place to judge. If Janice came out with a ridiculous tat, then I might start judging. I usually fucked around with wild girls, girls with piercings and carvings, but Janice had virgin skin—and I liked it. She was beautiful and flawless. When the store finally died down for lunch, I left and grabbed a sandwich then came back. When I opened my sandwich, I pulled my phone from my pocket so I could call Janice, but the bell over the door went off. I had another customer. When I looked up, I saw Missy.
