. no wonder he was so unpleasant at first. I would be, too, in his case,” I commiserated as I watched the tattoo artist apply ink to Shiraz’s bott...m.“Wow, you’re really getting your ass inked with the words ‘Ike’s Persian Slut, ‘ eh? I love it!” Jane now turned to Shiraz, even as Moira gritted her teeth through her own marking process, biting her lower lip, too.“Of course! Just as Moira’s will read ‘Ike’s Irish Tart.’ That fits, don’t you think? Same with you getting your own tattoo that. As the sunlight filled the room, she slowly arose. Helen felt confused and a little embarrassed.She knew that she had been fucked the night before. A fucking like that isn't the type of thing that she would forget. "It must have been a dream, she thought."Her mind drifted off. "I need some coffee, she said to herself." Helen couldn't shake the feeling that she had sex the night before, but who was it with?Her hand brushed against her thigh and she noticed that she wasn't wearing. " her café-au-lait complexion darkened. "Ah. Yes, of course." What are you drawing?" Trying to get away from an awkward moment.She hesitated, then came to a visible decision and extended the pad to me. If I looked round, I saw trees. Just trees. Sometimes, there'd be a single tree that called for my attention for some reason, otherwise trees together were woods; could be attractive, but collectively, not individually. But she'd picked out a Plane tree that could have been just one among many. She showed no embarrassment. "Just so you know, Mike has never seen me naked. I'm sorry for you but when he told me want he intended to do I was afraid he might hurt you physically and decided it was best if I intervened to some extent for your sake. We have never had a close relationship and I thought maybe he told me hoping I would get involved. You seem like a nice girl. I'm glad I did."Maybe she was going to be a friend after all. So there we were both naked. She put her foot back on the.