And all of your ways
All you dream
Falls on me 
It falls on me
And your beautiful sky
The light you breathe
Falls on me
It falls on me

- Fuel

12

I’m staring at the clock, not really knowing why. Actually, that is a lie. I do know why. It is because its almost seven. At seven o’clock, possibly the hottest woman on the planet is going to walk into this tattoo parlor, and she is going to strip.

Schwing.

I can hear “When I’m gone,” on the radio in the background. Good song, but played.

I watch Jerry walk to the back. A guy is nervously sitting, awaiting the needle to go straight through his tongue. You can see his scared anticipation.

The back of my throat feels dry. In need of water, I head for the back as well. I can almost taste the liquid traveling down my body.

As soon as I get back there, Jerry is giving me the look of death. I don’t understand people. One minute they are happy, the next pissed off. Is everyone in America on permanent PMS or what?

“What the hell is your problem?” Jerry throws his hands in the air claiming defeat. “I need a day off, that is what my problem is. I’m sick of being here seven days a week with bitchy customers.”

I nod my head. “Fine. I will hire somebody else.”

Jerry is still ranting and raving. Apparently a customer was being difficult.

“Jerry, why are you still bitching? I will hire somebody else. Shut the fuck up.” He looks at me momentarily and nods. I watch as he walks away, his gaze randomly at me.

“Cheese and fucking rice,” I whisper to myself.

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She is standing before me, ready for me to do this. I sense hesitation in her. I sense hesitation in me. 

You have no idea.

There goes the shirt on the ground. Now she is unclasping the bra. My knees are weak. I’m gasping for air.

I finally breathe and gather the courage to look up. The tattoo on her breast is absolutely remarkable. Im surprised I’ve never noticed it before, considering how much I have been staring at her chest.

It begins right by her cleavage and travels way down past her nipple. It’s a dragon that is breathing fire. In the fire is a Chinese symbol that stands for devotion.

There go the knees. 

I’m trying my hardest not to stare.

“Its very unique. It may take a while to um...touch up.” I am mumbling. I’m saying things out of my ass. It is all because she takes my breath away.

I kick society in the ass. All because we are bias and narrow minded, we exclude each other from the same sex. Its damn disappointing when before me lays this gorgeous creature, and I find myself afraid to touch her. All due to the chance that her reaction may be ‘ew gross.’ Chances are, if half the fucking planet wouldn’t be so prejudice, the situation would be different. If everyone could come to terms with ourselves and accept gays as human, maybe our world would be just a tad nicer. I despise societies claims against homo-sexuality, and how wrong it is. Fuck that. Don’t contradict love. Love is love, whether its two vaginas, one penis and one vagina, two penises or two fucking ass holes.

These things just piss me off.

My hands are shaking. I can’t look at her because I feel guilty. Why do things have to be so difficult? I’m going to have to look sooner or later. I have to touch her for christ sakes. I have to ink the fucking tattoo.

Then she talks with that sweet voice. It cuts like a knife, but is as smooth as butter.

“Are we gonna do this or what?”

I stare at her face for a minute, and then realize I am being a blubbering idiot. “Um.. Yeah, sorry.” My hands move for forward for tools, but I just knock them over like a clumsy idiot.

“I’m going to be completely honest,” I say. She is sitting in the chair, looking in my eyes. For a minute, it almost looks like she is attracted to me.

“I thought we kind of had a moment in the bar, but you don’t appear to be gay or anything,” I manage to blurt. Her eyes avert down, and she is chuckling slightly.

“Your right, I’m not.” She is being rather snotty, and its pissing me off. I can feel the anger rising.

“I’m trying to be polite here. I am just saying, I seen you at the bar and it was weird. I don’t want there to be tension right now.” She has a very prude and disgusted look on her face. My blood is boiling.

“You know what, maybe I better not do this tattoo. I obviously make you feel uncomfortable or angry.” I stand up and hand the hottie her pile of clothes. 

“I made an appointment already. Just do the damn thing.” She is very demanding. Her face is right in front of mine. Her lips look so soft. Her eyes are so angry.

Why is she so angry at the world?

Something just comes over me. Maybe its because her face is so close to mine, or that she smells like Clinique Happy. I don’t know exactly what, but it is definitely strange, because my next action is going to take place.

Without hesitation, I kiss her. Her lips are just as soft as I expected. They are full and rich. Her taste is clean and almost sweet. I love the aroma coming off of her.

Even more strangely, she isn’t fighting me...

*Part Two will be posted in a few weeks.*

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