Voy.Dave worked his way back to the South Entrance by running around the mall’s exterior. It could hardly be described as the fastest route, but it ...id allow him to avoid a possible encounter with the mall cop hunting him.As the running teen neared his destination he could just make out the blurry silhouette of the Man in the Hoody standing near the mall’s south entrance.Dave charged right up to the man and excitedly blurted out in between labored gasps, “Excuse me? Can ... I have ... another. I know that tattoos are all the rage, but don't you think they'll go out of style soon, leaving my little Sweetpea regretting the choice? What should I do?-- Wrapped Around Her FingerDear Wrapped,I agree with you about this surprisingly long-lived fad: it has to end soon. Yes, it is very hot to see a young little teenie-bopper wearing a tattoo in a sexy location, but this has gone far enough. Not only do many eighth-graders sport them (yummy!), but so do a lot of eighth-graders' moms (yuck!).I. .. I like their attention, and I... have kind of liked giving someof them the attention back," I had said coyly."Well that wasn't part of the program," she said in a soft whisper thatI had missed at the time, but could clearly hear in my memories.Not part of the program?! She didn't make me gay?! I wanted to call hera liar, but she had never even intended me to hear that. In this frozenmoment of replayed memories, I was floating with my own self truth. Thebest I could rationalize was that her. "'I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.'" She pulled her slip over her head."Four." He ripped his undershirt over his head."'I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.'" She ruined her pantyhose, as she did every year at this time."Five." He removed his belt, unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor."'I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.'" Her breasts spilled out of her.