Heather's BouquetI was pushing on this guy’s shoulder to keep him from flinching while I dug at his back with the needle. Why he didn’t choose a smaller tattoo I don’t know. His first tattoo and he wants a damn mural on his back, you know? He wasn’t making noises or anything like that—he just kept flinching when I hit his skin with the needle, and he couldn’t keep still. He wanted to finish, though. I would, too, since the thing was costing him damn near six hundred in the end. I wondered how the next two sessions would go with this guy. Near the middle of the first hour, he finally started to relax. That made shit easier to do. It’s a hell of a lot easier toHeather's Bouquet
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