It was dark. I thought I was pointing at a red heart.” Lucy stammered another lie.“You went to a tattoo parlor? You had them tattoo your privates?...Some tattoo artist touched your privates?” George was outraged and stormed out.Lucy heard the door slam. A car screeched away and she wept most of the night. George returned the next day, moved his clothes into the spare bedroom and refused to speak to her or listen to her.She went around in a daze the next two days, mumbling and stumbling in front. Aisa kya acha laga mereme?Me- sub kuch. (ab mai bhi khul gya) your boobs . Your waist.. Lips… And that ass!She – ahan neeyat kharab ho rhi hai teri ;)Me- theek he kab thi..She- ummm… Chal seedhi baat… Mai tadap rhi hu sex k liye. Meri friend ne bola ki koi jawan ladka dhundh le hawas k liye but aaj tak sab chechore mille. Apni izzat ka bhi khayal rakhna hai.. Tum ache lage aur tumhara lund bhi!Me- mujhe pta hai. So time kharab nahi karte. Karna kha hai baby ye btao? ;)She – ohh baby? Mera ghar. I have to come home right after, especially on this one, and release everything.’ ‘Well seeing as how your virtue’s intact I know you can’t be a sex surrogate. What is it that you do?’ ‘Maybe I should have done that instead.’ Eva laughed. ‘I’m a clinical art therapist, working primarily with children who have been abused and neglected.’ ‘Are you kidding me? You can’t be around people because of their flying emotions and yet you work with abused kids? How the hell does that work?’ ‘It’s not. It had a nice comfortable double bed and its own bathroom. There was even a wardrobe to hang up my clothes. I unpacked and headed to the living room. Uncle Sidney said lunch was ready and we sat down to eat. After lunch I said I was going to go for a walk to look around. Aunty Sue said she would come with me to keep me safe. I soon realised that I wasn’t to get too much freedom. This was re-enforced when Uncle Sidney said that they had promised to keep an eye on me at all times. Damn.It was hot.