The tattoo artist had been extremely reluctant to tattoo her face at all, but Dakota had quickly learned that her enthusiasm was difficult to resist. ...t had only taken a few minutes of cheerful cajoling to convince him, and he’d tattooed the patterns she’d instructed.To most people, they looked like white camouflage patterns, or the speckled skin of a cow. But to those with a dirty mind, they had the exact effect she’d intended - the tattoos looked like the bursts of cum that Rob had twice. Diana didn't seem to be bothered as she sat quietly eating her breakfast. Jeff wondered if she had already used the bathroom, then pretended to sleep while waiting for him. She had told him that sometimes she even knew generally what he was doing and whom he was with. If he had one of his wives with him, she certainly knew, then.As the other women filed back in, he said, "Well, this is the big one. The big three oh. You've just joined the ranks of the aged and infirm," he teased, trying to keep. Within a month - at the outside - you'll surely be engaged to someone. Likely the choice will be made long before then, but announced only once you've had time to mourn a man you hardly knew.There wouldn't be nearly such a push for you to marry if your father, King Maxim {lastname} of Orannar had not passed away during the winter. Obviously your mother sits on the throne and you would take her place if the worst were to happen - but even the chance that your grasping and divisive aunt and uncle. Well, he didn’t know what she needed, he didn’t understand young girls any better than when he was that young.He could explain things to Sharon, that he would be very careful around her daughter. Maybe… they together could talk to Misty. He knew there was a solution…. they just needed to find it, together. He decided to go see if he could catch her before she left, and drove his Mustang to the motel. He wasn’t going to let Sharon out of his life so easily. Not if he could help it, he just hoped.