We shared my milk shake and spent the next hour talking. It turned out that she was a couple months past her 18th birthday and she lived in the next ...own over which was only a few miles to the West. About 11 most people were leaving and Betty Lou asked me if I would take her home. She had come with several friends and had told them that she would find her own way home. I was enjoying being with her so I said that I would. We pulled out from the drive-in and I waved to the few rodders that. " I was a little embarrassed to admit that I used a camera to shoot the images."These are what I would expect a copy to look like. In the business we did that with snapshots, the customer wanted them tattooed on his or her body. Put them on a copy machine, adjust the size, then copy them onto the skin. The art work is in the finishing of the tattoo. Not so much in the base plan. Long as you don't freehand it, you should be fine this far along. Send me your attempts at finishing these, and I. She certainly was no housewife even if she did wear a ring and was married. I gave my home number and told the nice lady that the call was from "Bobby" and she would know who it was. I heard the giggle at the other end of the line and I started to have dark thoughts about the female voice that suddenly didn't sound so tired any more.I hung around the house by myself for a couple of hours and waited for the phone to ring. After that, I just gave up and headed downstairs to play some stickball. Long, flowing dark hair. A sturdy build with a lip ring and....I'm pretty sure a tongue ring. Needless to say I was very happy I agreed to this.After a few hours the party died down a bit. A few people went to bed and a few left. That's when my older brother approached me. Accompanied by his friend. We exchanged a few words. He hit on me hard core, such as "How can a woman as beautiful as you be here alone" and "My best friend and I here could keep you company". I didn't make him work very hard.