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tattoo.”
    His eyes grow big and his smile takes up his whole face. I have no tattoos and though I love a man covered in them I have never found one that I would want on my body for the rest of my life. That was one promise I made to my mom. I would never get a tattoo unless I was absolutely sure I would always want it on my skin for the world to see.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Trevor, you are the love of my life. My first tattoo will show that no matter what I am yours always and forever permanently.”
    He walks around the counter and wraps me in a hug squeezing me so tight I feel like if I was in a cartoon this would be the part that my eyes pop out of my head.
    “Can’t…breathe…Trev…”
    He loosens his arms and leans back looking at me. I can see that he’s been crying.
    “Can I do it?”
    “The tattoo?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, Trevor.”
    “Good let’s go.” He grabs my arm and pulls me towards the door.
    “I have to work!”
    “I’ll call Jos.”
    He opens the car door and motions for me to get in. I can’t help but laugh and shake my head at how excited he is about doing this. It makes me excited to know that not only will I be getting a very personal tattoo but the man I love will be the one doing the tattoo – that just makes it all better.
    The ride to the tattoo shop takes no time at all and my nerves are all over the place. We walk in the shop and I notice Marshall is behind a counter, leaning over a table that is lit up with lights and drawing a tattoo. He pauses when he sees us and looks from Trevor to me slowly.
    “What are y’all doing here?”
    “I told him about the tattoo.”
    “Ah ok.” He smiles.
    Trevor walks us into a room and he sits down behind a desk. He leans over a piece of paper and starts drawing. Marshall walks in behind me and watches him. Trev’s hand is moving fast and his leg is jumping up and down.
    “I have never seen him this excited about something.” Marshall laughs and shakes his head.
    “I think he ran all the red lights to make it here.”
    “I’m sure he did.”
    “We have a meeting with the lawyer at one,” Marshall tells me still watching his brother.
    “Good maybe they can figure all of this shit out.”
    “They will. A man behind bars can’t pull strings.”
    “Somehow he is.”
    “Well, we are going to end this shit and fast. We have all been through enough bullshit. It’s time for a happy fucking ending.”
    “Amen to that!” Trevor says.
    He motions for us to come look at his picture. He has drawn a T on the paper with flowers woven around it. It looks so beautiful.
    “I love it.”
    “Looks good, brother. I’ll leave you to it.” Marshall pats him on the back and walks out of the room shutting the door behind him.
    I watch Trevor as he sets up all his stuff. I sit in the chair and run my hands down my pants – my nerves on edge.
    “Lay your hand here.”
    I take my rings off and slide them in my pocket. He runs some deodorant over my finger and lays a piece of paper on top of it. When he pulls the paper back the drawing of the tattoo he drew is now on my finger. I hold my hand up and look at it.
    “Ready?”
    I nod.
    “Okay, lay your hand here and don’t move?”
    “Okay, boss.”
    “Mmmm I like the sound of that.” He smiles and runs his tongue across his bottom lip.
    I squeeze my knees together and feel the wetness on my thong.
    The sound of the tattoo gun starting up does nothing to calm my nerves. The feeling of the needles does nothing to help. I tense the muscles in my legs and close my eyes, letting the pain take over me. It’s not the worst feeling I have ever felt. It helps to take my mind off other things going on in the world around me.
    “You okay?” he asks after a few long minutes.
    “Mmhmm, thinking about your tongue.” I smile.
    “Mmm almost done, Sunshine.”
    I hear the door open and look up to see Marshall walk in. He leans over Trevor and looks at my hand. I am too scared to move but before long