Tom and I went out to lunch, which is when he told me that his motherwanted to meet me! He told me that she was excited to meet me since wewere 'datin...'. We had gone out four times by then. I know for surebecause the girls all talk about it, that a guys mother can be verycritical because they face the prospect that another woman will taketheir little boy away. I instantly knew that I would have to schedule atrip to the salon for some more work! Smiling I told him I would bedelighted.Our date. “Tomorrow afternoon, come around to my house. We can have some fun.” “Derek no,” I said. “I can’t keep making up excuses.” “Just send Bryan out to play golf or something. The girls can entertain themselves.” “Stop, please Derek, just stop,” I said. “Oh c’mon sweetheart you love it,” he replied, smiling confidently. He was right. I did love it, no matter how much I tried to deny it to myself. I loved it. Bryan rejoined us at the table and the evening went on as normal, except it wasn’t normal. I told her about the other services that I offer and that is why my studio is private and that all my booths have privacy options. I asked her if she cared that I witnessed her orgasm while tattooing. She said that as long I wasn't offended or whatever that she didn't care. I told her that it would not be a problem at all, smiling at her and she said OK then so we scheduled an appointment for Monday. The shop was closed on Mondays except for appointments. I checked and none of the other artists. They'd been interviewing the usual suspects but without result. Renault and Rick had left shortly afterwards. Ferrari had his own idea as to who was responsible. The rumour was that Renault and Rick had gone to Brazzaville. It looked like the rumours were right."A pleasure to meet you, Louis," Freddie said. "Señor Ferrari sends his regards. He hopes you will stay away a little longer — the roulette wheel is doing better in your absence." Renault gave a half embarrassed smile. "This is my.