I was so pissed off with Marc! When we went to the piercing place, which was very close to his bar, he only told me that he wanted both my ears gettin... done, and I could live with that. The guy in the shop greeted Marc, looked at me and said: "Ah, okay that's her then." He was the stereotypical type of man you would think of to find in a tattoo and piercing parlour: lots of piercings in his face and many tattoos on his forearms, dressed in dirty jeans and a plain black T- shirt. He came around. Everything." I looked at him, and saw hiseyes on my unshaved legs, his look showing a bit of disgust at my unkemptlook. I got up, and went into the restroom, found soap and a disposablerazor, and got in the shower.Towelling off, I heard a woman's voice, "Miss," she said, and I turnedaround. The nurse who'd been busy on the phone when we'd walked past herstation was now standing in the exam room, shocked when I turned, andshe saw I was not a woman. "What are you doing in here?" she. Your mother will show theclients into the room and tell them to undress. She will put a bow on theoutside doorknob to let you know that the client is waiting for you. Takethat bow off the knob and put it on the dresser when you go in. You mayget tips and those are for you to keep. Put them in the dresser until youleave. You don't have to worry, nobody will take them."Now you have to get to work," Kate said, glancing at the clock on herdesk. "Hurry up to your room. There will be a client there. When it was about three inches away from the bottom of her shorts, she said, "Red light!" I smiled and kept going. "Firetrucks don't stop for red lights," I suddenly moved on top of her and kissed her lips. She pulled back a little surprised. "Wait, that's not fair!" She protested. She pushed me a little. "You agreed to do anything I wanted," I murmured brushing my lips against her neck. She shivered a little. "This is wrong..." "And your point is...?" I asked sarcastically. I slid my hand.