It's pretty cute and looks good on her.Why is this noteworthy? Well, in all the time I've known her she's never even intimated that she wanted one. Th...ee of our c***dren have tattoos, one doesn't. I don't and probably never will. I am 40 years old and getting a tattoo smacks of mid-life crisis to me.Mary is the same age as me and we have been married for almost twenty years. We have four c***dren, two of each. The eldest was born before we were married; she is 21. Her sister is 19. The boys. I could tell you were interested – you were sending out all the signs, but I wasn’t sure you’d go all the way. You don’t seem the type,” he paused and grinned. “At least you didn’t!”“What… what signs?” I stammered, amazed.Harry looked at me knowingly.“What signs, she asks?” he laughed. “I like it. Sweet and innocent even now. You’re a very special girl Polly.”He helped me to my feet. My knees were still unstable as I clumsily pulled my clothes back on and tried to behave as if this had not been. You held me. Your fingers began stroking me up and down now, sliding closer and closer to my entrance on the down stroke. My moans intensified, and my mind pulsed with the sole desire to have you buried inside of me. Your finger plunged into me. My eyes flew open as my pelvis pitched forward in ecstasy, forcing you deeper. As you continued, I was gone to this world. While your finger found its place inside me, the skin of your palm slid against my clit. You were making shallow thrusts in and. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but it would have meant you finding out about Michael. Please understand. I didn't mean to upset you." "Upset me? Aralias himself is coming to our home and you didn't want to upset me?!" Jenny, I couldn't tell you. I'm not going to argue anymore. This is not a matter of whether or not you should have known, but whether or not you could have known. Your mother and I, as well as me and mister and misses Barone, have agreed that no one know about this but us four. That.