His eyes closely followed my hands, before he recovered, looking up at Dad and I."Well, I'm not sure you really want to hear about the crazy things we...did," Mack stated calmly, looking to Dad as if asking to continue. I felt Dad's head nod slightly, and Mack started talking again. "We had a good football team and everyone went to the games on Friday night, partying and cheering the team. They were not winners, but the games were OK." Fran was a big fan of anything that drew a crowd; she loved. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my mom came running into my room closed the door. I got worried, as I thought something was wrong and asked her what had happened. Those were the last words I said in complete consciousness.The lady (my mom’s friend), who was sitting on my bed, got up and walked to the other side of the bed and closed the window. Without wasting a second, she stripped right out of her clothes.I was so shocked that I didn’t even notice that my mom had also stripped completely naked on. By the expression on his face I understood that he wanted something from me. It was usually money. He used to borrow small amount from me when he had to urgently send money to his home. He said now, “Will you do me a favor, sar?” “Name it, Shiju.” “Sar, if I got the leave for Onam I was planning to bring my mother here.” “Here? Why” “family problems, sar. Ever since my sister has got married my poor mother is not getting any peace of mind at home. She is not at all treated nicely. Her daughter. (He never considered female tattoo artists.) Did that pain and exposure excite her? Did the men pleasure her before or after? Or perhaps during the pain? How could they not partake of her body, posed and exposed for hours as they worked? The temptation was obvious.He imagined men working in pairs, naked at their task; one with the steel tattoo needle giving her pain while the other used his flesh tool to devour the pain. They traded off. She writhed in pleasure and pain for them both. He.