It has a few tattoo chairs, a table, and bunch of mirrors. The walls are plastered with pictures of tattoos, I’m guessing of past costumers. There i... music playing down low, rock n roll. I take a deep breath and look up at him. “What are we going with, Angel?” “I want a butterfly,” I whisper lowly. “Got ya, hop on up,” he pats the table. I remove my shirt and climb up on the table, and can see from the mirror he is eyeing my body. I can’t help but blush a little bit. I’m used to boys. The tingle quickly turned into a feeling of longing and humility. He had to earn his reward! And he would. He would dedicate all his abilities to his new mission. But he had to be careful and not arouse suspicion.Again, he admired the skills of the person who had brainwashed him. It was a true masterstroke. He had trained for years to harden his mind against most methods. Hypnosis, pheromones, drugs and even against magical spells he had practiced with Zatanna. And yet here he was. Unable to. We kissed lightly at first, butthen I felt Quinn's mouth open. I opened mine as well, and our tonguesmet. We continued to make out in the back of the limo until the car finallystopped in front of the night club. We were let out of the limo and walked toward the front door of the clubhand in hand. There was a fairly long line of people standing in front ofthe club, waiting to get in. Quinn and I, however, were led directly tothe front of the line where the bouncer quickly let us slip. I wondered if this was why girls like to play in their dresses.I was up in my room for almost an hour when I heard mom calling to comedown for dinner. I came running down the steps in such a rush I didn'tsee Mrs Johnson in the kitchen with mom. I also failed to see thatCathy from across the street was also at my house. "My aren't we such acutie," I heard as I entered the kitchen. Bobby you look so sweet Iheard from Cathy. Mrs Johnson and Cathy both had seen me dressed in adress. I stood.