“Take off your shirt,” Bishop directs me.
I peer over at Art who now sits on a stool. He mouths the wordtrust. I lift my top over my head then throw it to Art.
“Sit in the chair backwards and pull down your left bra strap,” Bishop says.
Of course I’ve thought about getting a tattoo before, but I wanted something with significant meaning. I’m not sure if I ever would’ve followed through. There’s a lot of shit I wouldn’t have done had I not met Art, but my heart rebels against the idea of never knowing him.
“Done,” Bishop announces forty-five minutes later.
Art moves behind me to examine my new ink. “It’s beautiful, just like I imagined. You ready to take a look?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes.”
Art snaps a picture with his cell phone then shows me the image. A small majestic bird flies from an open birdcage on my upper left shoulder.
“It’s amazing. Why did you choose this?”
“I was a bird locked in a cage until you set me free.”
I’m unsure how to respond to that revelation.
“Come on. We have to get some rest before we hit the road.”
“Okay,” I say.
I leave the shop a confused mess.
“I take it we’re not going to stay at one of your family’s hotels.”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
“Isn’t staying at another hotel a conflict of interest?”
“We’re not staying at a hotel.”
“I’m not sleeping in the car.”
I chuckle. “I don’t expect you to.”
“Well, where are we going to sleep?”
“I’m taking you to my house, and sleep will be the last thing on my mind.” I plan on being inside her tight pussy for most of the night.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to see your mom.”
“I highly doubt she’ll be home.”
“What will you do if she is?”
“I didn’t think that far ahead. We’re here.”
I maneuver the car right and type in the code at the gate before continuing on. Instead of heading for the garage I choose to park in the driveway.
“Wow, this house is humongous.”
I attempt to view the brick-and-mortar house from Cin’s perspective. I don’t see what she does. My previous residence was similar to a mini-mall, much bigger than this. I take a lot of things for granted since living in a lap of luxury is nothing new to me, never wanting for anything except for better parents. Too bad money can’t buy what I really need.
“The lights are on.”
