.." Yes, I can see that," I said, thoughtfully. Sure, a pierced belly button. That wouldn't be so bad."The tongue..." Tongue?" Yes, and also ... um...... he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Cunt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other. ." say yes, I shouted at myself. Say yes! "I have an appointment for a massage." Oh, what was wrong with me?"Oh that is a treat!" she nodded, "I try to go a couple of times a month. "Well, how about tomorrow?"Her eyes met mine and again I wanted to shout the word yes! Meet her for a drink, go back to her place, let her take charge and lay me back and...But again the sensible, no not sensible, but scared part of my mind spoke up. Mandy worked in the building.I'd told her where I worked, all the. The deep polished glow of the cello in the low light of the room drew the eye into its depths. I could see movement in the cello. It was the reflection of Naomi, peeling off her clothes!I stood, mesmerized, staring at the cello. I saw her pause. I looked around to her, standing just in front of me, frozen as though scared to continue. Her lantern trousers were already discarded, draped over the small stool at the make-up table. She was holding the hem of her tank top, poised to lift it up.. He professed his love for her but didn't trust her enough to share this burden. What really made her angry was that he thought she might reject him. How could he not know that she loved him unconditionally? He had no reason to doubt, but it was plain to her that he did. That hurt her a lot.These things occupied her thoughts until she turned to the work she brought home with her. She attempted to grade the papers but couldn't concentrate enough to make any progress. Finally giving up, she.