I told her it was not safe on the beach, she can get one in the studio on the main road.My daughter-in-law wore my son’s shirt again and we both wal...ed to the tattoo place. There she removed her shirt and lay on the tattoo chair with her exposed legs and flat stomach on display.The young tattoo artist whistled and showered her with compliments. Decently at first, saying words like pretty and cute and then he got cocky using words like, ‘slut’! Anika was smiling and enjoying herself.By the time. " he said solemnly... "I don't think I could handle that...Actually, I know I couldn't. You're pretty fucking incredible..." Thenthe big guy really caught me off guard by wrapping his huge arm aroundmy shoulders and pulling me into a hug. I wish he'd learn just howstrong he was, I thought for a second he was going to dislocatesomething when he squeezed me. As he rested his cheek on the top of myhead he said softly, "I've got your back okay."At that proclamation I started to get choked up again. ‘It is only for you, my friend,’ replies the gaunt Sikh sharing the bench with him, ‘that I make my son stock a can of those awful grounds.’ The vet grins and takes another sip. His turbaned, mustachioed companion chuckles and raises his own ceramic mug to his nose. The aroma released by the escaping steam speaks to fresh-roasted beans, recently ground. He enjoys the odors for a moment before taking his own sip. They sit in companionable silence for a while, watching the neighborhood move. When I first found out that they will be sharing the room together (as well as the bed) on those travels, I was very excited, but nothing compared to how much I have enjoyed knowing what became of their relationship. Let me share some of the details with you.Like I said, my wife and her boss are more like partners than employer and employee. That's because their chemistry seems to work together so well. On the work field, they are like Bonnie and Clyde and I know that their clients, as well as.