”Jake sat on the sofa and pulled Jan down on his lap.“I’m sorry I ruined your dinner yesterday.”“You did no such thing. I thought it was fas...inating to see two exceptional men locking horns. Mark is really very accomplished. You can’t expect to go up against a man of his experience without getting a little bloody. You’re a smart young man. You’ll reflect on what happened and learn from it.”Jake slowly rubbed his hand up and down her arm.“Have you and Mark talked?”“Sure we have. Mark is keen to. Fortunately, there was also a removal cycle that sprayed a solution that would take off anything that had been applied, even days or weeks later.After one of his worst initial attempts where he made a major mistake mixing the tan colors he stepped out of the booth a deep, all-over red. “I know what I am wearing next Halloween,” he said to himself in the mirror. He carefully wrote down exactly what he had done before resetting the booth to a removal cycle.With his skin dyed a deep red, Stan. They hang out a lot together, go places, and have since I was a kid. There's been once or twice over the years I've wondered if it might be a lesbian thing, but I don't think so, just two kindred spirits just as happy to not have to deal with a husband." In truth, he'd thought it more than once or twice, but he didn't like to admit it, even to himself. His suspicion had been pretty strong at times, but if it was the case they kept it well hidden in the gossip-plagued small-town atmosphere.It. I was crying, I realized, because Master was angry with me. For doing a simple human instinct. ‘Stop your sniveling you stupid girl.’ Master walked around me, his voice full of disgust and contempt. ‘Tears will not help you avoid punishment.’ ‘I’m not crying because of that,’ I sniffed, ‘I’m crying because I’ve upset you Master. And you’ve been so kind to me.’ There was a voice inside my head wanting to know where that came from…he’d been so good to me? He’d had me tattooed and beaten! I felt.