Do you want to share?"Looking at Karen, he debated with his inner anguish. The risk in disclosing the true meaning of his dragon tattoo meant sharing ...he burden in his mind. He did save Ben's life, his best friend and co-worker, but it also meant telling her about the guilt he carried about the incident. He decided to go with the short version."I spent my life fighting the burning flames from the dragon's breath. I always looked at fire as my enemy, my adversary, until it saved my life and my. I thought there was something wrong with me so I asked my bother if he knew what was wrong with me. He gave me a big smile and said that I needed to have a wank before going to bed. What's a wank I asked, he said he would show me that night before going to bed. We both want to bed very early that night. He locked our bedroom door and got some of his sex magazines from under his bed ,he lay two of them on the bed. We both looked though the magazines , he'd tell what he liked about each woman,. I made pictures of every person who arrived. I stayed long enough to photographed the complete break down of the Popup Club.It was after 3:00AM when I arrived home. I was exhausted so I slept like the dead. I checked my phone messages while I brewed the day’s fresh coffee. I personally preferred it a day old, In order to get it a day old, I had to brew it fresh while I still had at least half a pot from the day before. My kitchen was constantly a game of three card Monte. Follow the one day old. Her face was pale, drawn, but beautiful nonetheless, her brow scarred. The white sheet, draped over her midsection, was just partially covering a hideous metal frame the purpose of which was unknown to Simon. But he was sure that some of those shiny rods were inserted in her pelvis and lower back. A month ago he had heard a doctor mentioning that her spinal cord was damaged and she was paralyzed from the waist down."Poor thing, comatose and paralyzed," mumbled Simon, and then wondered why his.