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impressed with how you sat today. You took this tattoo better than most grown men. I got further than I was anticipating. At this rate, we may only need a few more sessions." He sprayed astringent into a paper towel and started wiping down her back.
    "Are we done?" She held her breath in anticipation and was ecstatic to hear the tattoo machine being switched off.
    "For today. We'll schedule you another session two weeks from now so you can heal." He continued to wipe her down. The coolness of the rag felt delightful against the burning sensation on her back. "We got a lot of outline done. In the next session, we'll do some more outline. Two weeks later we will color it in. Then we will do outline, then color it in, and so on." He fastened her bra for her, which had her flinching. A shiver ran up her spine. "I stayed away from your bra strap area today, since you weren't really prepared," he said.
    "Thank you," she said, barely above a whisper. Exhaustion replaced her adrenalin pretty quickly. She heard the snap of his camera.
    "This is what we have so far," he said, showing her the picture.
    She sat up and took the phone from his hand. There was a lot of smeared black all over her skin, but she could see the beginning of her floral masterpiece. "Oh, this is going to look so great. Wow, you did so much!" She turned to look at him in surprise.
    He nodded. "Well, it's easy when I have a client who sits as still as stone."
    She looked at the phone again, in awe that she was staring at her own back. "I'm in shock. I don't know what to say."
    Sawyer handed Rebecca her shirt. She instantly blushed when she realized she was sitting there in nothing but her bra. "Get dressed and get up slowly. You may feel a little lightheaded. Take it really slow," he warned.
    She did as he directed and noticed that she did feel a tad weak. She remained in place for a few moments until she felt composed enough to walk.
    "Let's go up front and get you scheduled out. From now on, dress the part, and also bring a granola bar or something. Eat a big meal beforehand, as well. Water too. We are going to shoot for six hour sessions. Your sugar level will drop and you will need to stay hydrated."
    He led the way down the hallway and escorted her to the front desk. Rebecca's ears were ringing slightly, but she knew she would be fine.
    Sawyer held out his hand. "It was very nice to meet you, Rebecca." He shook her hand. "I look forward to the next one. Tell Caine I said hi." He then turned and walked away.
    And, just like that, Rebecca's journey had begun.

Chapter Five
     
    The chimes rang in her ears as sweat dripped in her eyes. "How freakin' hot is it in here?" Rebecca asked Coley, as they sat in some sort of spiritual hotbox of a room.
    "Shhh, you are supposed to be focusing on the toxins leaving your body," Coley chided.
    "I agree with Rebecca. It's hotter than hell in here," Neely said.
    They were all three drenched from head to toe, as if a bucket of water had been poured on them—which wasn't the case. Mascara smears marked all their eyes, and their nude bodies slumped limply on the slated wood benches.
    Somehow, Coley always had a way of convincing the girls to do these crazy holistic, spiritual, and really far out there things. Today's choice had been to go sit in what appeared to be a sauna… the difference being the loud chimes that banged against the inner walls, and the piped in chanting of monks.
    "It's supposed to be hot, or it won't work," Coley explained. "You guys are just feeling the negativity leaving your body."
    "No, I'm feeling the sweat between my ass cheeks," Neely said. "And why do we have to be naked? I feel weird sitting here without even a towel."
    "Towels are man-made. We are supposed to remove as much of the outside world as possible." Coley closed her eyes and began to hum, or moan, or whatever it was supposed to be. Rebecca couldn't help but laugh, and Neely joined in. Coley stopped and rolled her eyes. "Just think of