Not me. No, I nursed a great love of literature, particularly horror, from a young age. Yes, my first tattoo was a homage to my first love. It was an ...ndulating black serpent-like thing with countless eyes, rendered in black with gold eyes with an orange tint. Oh, he would be lovely to reveal when I undressed! I laid out on his table, trying to figure out what would be most comfortable for the long session ahead. I didn’t do shit halfway…there would be no linework and coming back later for the. ‘Your home!’ she smiled coming to her feet to greet him. ‘You should have told me you had something prepared, I wouldn’t have been so late,’ he held a bag of takeaway food. ‘I thought with your tummy and all I would grab something on the way for us.’ ‘That’s so thoughtful, but I have something special planned, will it keep?’ she asked nervously. ‘It’s Chinese food, we can reheat it tomorrow,’ he dropped it to the bench and pulled her into his arms. ‘I wouldn’t mind if we skipped dinner all. Every time she looked at that painting a warm feeling caressed her and made her feel at ease. Eventually she purchased the painting and hung it over her bed. That first night as she slept she dreamt she was driving in a car with a handsome man, though she couldn’t see his face, he knew her name, she didn’t know his. When she woke in the morning she yawned and smelled the autumn air. ‘Impossible.’ She thought to herself, yet remembering she had smelled that scent before somewhere. She began. “You’re going to smoke this one upside down. “ She lowered the lit end of her cigarette into my mouth & smiled. “That’s what I mean. You feel the smoke in your mouth, loser?” I gently nodded in reply. Jeanette bent down & blew the upper end of the cigarette hard. The tobacco fumes erupted from the other end, inside my mouth, filling up my respiratory tracts with her cigarette smoke. The surge of tobacco started to burn my throat. “Hah. That’s more smoke than most chain smokers!” she laughed..