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lost
track of time and hadn’t realized I’ve been working on his tattoo for over four
hours. It was almost time for the shop to close up.
    "Thanks
Ty," I yelled out. I half listened to their conversation.
    "Good evening,
ladies. I'm Ty, one of the tattoo artists here. What can I do for you?"
    "Hi I'm
Marissa, and this is Rebel. I want to get my belly pierced and a small tattoo
behind my ear," the girl Marissa said.
    "Do you know
what kind of tattoo you want?" I tuned out after that, but my ears perked
up when I heard a voice laced with honey talk. It was soft. I'm a visual man. Nothing
makes me happier than gazing at a beautiful woman. The hair. The eyes. Long ass
less. The curvy body with lots of tits and ass, so I was confused as to why the
sound of a sweet sultry voice would grab my attention.
    I have to
investigate and see for myself as to whether that voice was the complete
package of a beauty.
    "Are you
getting a tattoo?" Ty asked.
    "I’m not sure,
but if I changed my mind I will let you know," she said.
    Ty ushered Marissa
to one of the booths. I looked up to catch a glimpse of the girl whose voice
sounded like pure honey, but unfortunately she wasn't with them. She must have
stayed in the waiting room. When I finish a tattoo I break the needles off, and
throw them away. I also throw the caps away. I put the needle bars, the grips
and the tips into the ultrasonic for fifteen minutes. I give the guy
instructions on how to care and clean the tattoo. I rationalized that I've been
at work all day and therefore, I am entitled to a break. I own the joint and
could take a break whenever I wanted, but I'm not a slacker. I mean what type
of boss would I be if I passed the buck. I worked right along with my guys. They
respected me for it.
    I got up and
stretched my legs. I went back to the storage room to check supplies. When I
walked out Ty saw me and asked me, "Could you turn the radio on?" I
didn't answer I just turned it on. I headed towards the waiting area.
    Her...The girl with
the voice. She was the pretty girl from the train. The one I had seen earlier
in the day. She was here in my shop. I inched closer to her. I had to see if
she was as cute as I first thought. She was hunched over a sketch pad. She was
engrossed in whatever she was drawing. I quietly walked over and snuck a peak
at her drawing. She was drawing a long black feather with little birds emerging
from the top, sides and bottom. The birds trailed upwards. They were small
in size, but as they lifted upwards they merged into a much bigger bird with
wings stretched out. Near the left wing she wrote fly high. It was beautiful. She
could really draw. "I knew I loved you" by savage garden was
playing on the radio. She looked up and saw me. I looked into her eyes and saw
my life flash before my eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I've never seen eyes
that color. They are a deep purplish blue to violet. Her eyes are luminous and
very beautiful. My eyes slowly traveled down her body. I ached to touch her
just to see her cheeks flush. She has perfect breasts that look to be more than
a handful. Her nipples hardened and jutted out brazenly at me, teasing and
torturing me. I wanted to pinch and suck on them. I wanted to taste her so bad
my mouth watered. I was wrong. She isn't just cute. She is drop dead gorgeous.
    "I like your
drawing. You're really good. I'm Wyatt Verity, by the way," I said.
    She looked at me,
winked and said, "I'm Rebel, Rebel Walker."
    I knew this girl
would mean something to me. I knew this girl was meant to be mine. She has jet
black hair which she had in a ponytail. I would love to see it cascading loose
down her back. Her lips were covered in deep a red guck. I prefer girls to not
wear that shit they call lipstick, but on her I want to see it every day.
    "Are you
turning that into a tat?" I asked.
    "Turning what
into a tat?" She asked.
    "You're
drawing?" I said.
    "Um...maybe. I
haven't decided. This is actually a school assignment," she