A shudder of delight ran down her spine. It made her moan.Buffy became increasingly irritated by her sister's behavior. What the hell had they done to...her? And who? What had happened on that damn fieldtrip? It must have been that trip, as her friend Janice acted the same. And the turmoil at Sunnydale High must have had the same cause. This teacher Stacy had told about, hadn't he been with them to this silly named scientific centre?They reached the Penshaw house.Buffy felt relieved. They would. She knew that if she took it off, she'd like his comments even less.Joe told them to meet him in the mess for lunch and they all set off for their different destinations.Looking round the mess, it was obvious that the ship wasn't fully loaded yet. More than half the tables were empty, and those that weren't generally had plenty of space. Joe saw Al Zuckerman, in a green Marine uniform, sitting with the blonde mother from Ossie's, her twins and a second concubine; probably one of the office. It was on my si*th birthday, father had taken me out to dinner in town some 40 minutes from home to celebrate the occasion. We enjoyed laughing, him teasing me about now being old enough to drive, joking that all on the road had better give me wide birth on the road. We drove home, and I snuggled close to him in the car, as the chill of autumn was in the air. His body was warm and I hugged him as we drove with my arm around his shoulder, my perk breasts pressed hard against his side and my left. It was time to begin.I learned tattooing during my three years in the Navy. Of course, my work is rough. I can’t do pretty dragons and colourful pictures. But I can carve a heart, drops of blood and teardrops, swords and knives, simple stuff like that. And I can write words.T G I F.Tits Get Inked First.Her little boobs were much easier to scrawl on than big mambos are. I always use a state of the art oscillating pen that drives the needles in and out of the skin at 150 times a second. I’d.