The recording company would think nothing of booking us in Chicago one night and Cleveland the next. We were never the headliners, but we did prep the...audiences for some big name bands. June’s band, Jonesville, was getting more popular as well. They hadn’t won anything at the contest where I met her, but word of mouth from that event was enough to keep them busy all around the Logansport area. I had just finished practice and was in a bad mood anyway when I got the message from June’s brother. The walls were covered with tattoo designs of all kinds and colors. There were tribal designs, skulls, flowers, hearts, and different fonts for lettering ideas.On one side of the main room was a display case with contained hundreds of different type and styles of piercing jewelry; barbells, rings, sparkly dangles, and other items for different piercings. It was quite an impressive selection!"Hey, Pete!" Mark said as the owner and main artist came up front from a small room behind an old white. He put a firm hand around her waist and addressed the men... "Keep up the good work, men," he said, barely audible above the grind of the machinery and the blast of the fiery furnace.Blair looked in their faces once more and shuddered. They were so beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful. She didn't want to go. Then, just as she turned to leave, one of them caught her eye.He was a bit shorter and smaller than the rest. But, in proportion, he was enormous. With thick, powerful shoulders and long,. As the sunsets, we fall into a silence moment, just holding hands and soaking in what’s to come. I feel her tug on my hand a bit, as I gaze into her eyes, she smiles. I lean in and kiss her sweet lips again. It’s short, and sweet, when she pulls a little away. She whispers she wants me, she needs me, and for it to be here on the beach. I’m stunned and blushing, and want it too. She’s the first to take action, undressing me. Each piece of clothing drops around me. I feel the warmth of the last.