This would take a good three hours, as the design was rather involved and about sixty inches square. The central part of the tattoo would be a bell, s...milar in shape to the Liberty Bell, on a weathered wooden yoke. This was about six inches high. Where the yoke would typically rest in a cradle to allow the bell to swing, the design would have a full female breast on each side, with very prominent dark red nipples. The crack in the side of the bell would resemble the vulva. All around the base. ” I smiled making her blush.“You really do sweet heart. Here you go.” Ms. Smith said handing me the last corsage. Abby smiled and stuck her chest out a little. I touched the top of her dress and pulled at it trying my best to not pull to much or one of her breast might pop out. Maybe both. I felt a little awkward being this close to touching her breast with he mom being literally right there watching. I fumbled a little but managed to put it through and fixed the pin shut.“Thank you.” She. Saying something clearly obscene, the cab driver grabbed the woman and turned her, raising his hand to strike her across the face."Hit me," she said, "pig! Then I tell Manuel Ramos and he will fix one pig of a taxista!"The cab driver's olive complexion paled visibly. "Perdoname," he said, backing off.The Indian woman laughed at him. "Come back tonight, pig! When we are open. We do not work day and night like some animals!" No!" the taxista snapped back. "Just at night, like all animals!". As she got up, I backed away, into the corner from which she came. She charged three more times, about every twenty seconds or so. I did nothing but step aside, watch Janey slide to a stop in the mud, and back into the corner from which she launched her charge. That bought me a little more rest, but I knew I couldn't keep doing that. Each time she missed me, the laughter got louder, and Janey looked angrier.Her fifth charge came right at me. I hoped she didn't decide to guess which way I was.