"That 'Jew bitch' as you call her, gave us a minimum purchase, twelve month contract for six pieces," Travis replied and then added, "could you be any...more offensive if you tried?"His father snorted as his manner of reply. Travis shot a look of askance towards his mother who gave him the sign to remain patient. Travis put down his head and pretended to read the newspaper as he waited. He couldn't keep a sentence in his head."Let me see the contract," his father requested without the usual. What I wasn't expecting though was that hereyeballs themselves had been dyed a very pretty shade of lavender via aprocess I later learned was called "Sclera tinting" it looked very hot,but I think it was a bit too much for me at the moment.I asked Nell about what permanent makeup options were available, and sheinformed me they were a full-service shop, and they had immediateavailability if I wanted anything done. She showed me and Claire a bunchof different options, from mild everyday office. After a couple of beers they moved to the elevators and went up to thefifth floor. Two boring middle-aged men on the road. Carl used his card toenter room 512 and they both went in, carrying their overnight bags. Itwas a good-sized room with a king-sized bed and an en-suite.Rick sat on the edge of the bed. "So, you see anyone you liked at thebar?" What do you mean? Just a bunch of boring old men as usual," replied Carl."Don't lie. I saw you eyeing up that red-haired guy in the tight jeans.You. "Her sentimentality drew a smile from me. "I'm happy to finally have the chance to share this with you," I told her. Something in the tone of my voice must have seemed out of the ordinary, for she flashed a curious smile of her own, and appeared ready to ask me a question. However, something else appeared to enter her mind at that instant, for she opted to take the conversation in a somewhat different direction."One time," she related, "when I was about fifteen years old, I wanted to come here.