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and hair, and my denim shorts gradually began getting shorter, my jeans a little tighter. Chad noticed. So did Noah. Chad’s comments the other night had peaked Noah’s interest as well.
    I was scheduled to work tonight, but swung into Slave to the Needle for a piece Noah was giving me on my ribs. It was a surprise and I couldn’t wait to tell him what I was getting. It was an extremely personal tattoo that I would cherish forever… but I was also making a request.
    I dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of tight fitting hot pink yoga pants with some two dollar flip-flops. I walked into the shop and stopped short when I saw Chad sitting in a chair on the other side of the shop. A woman with blonde hair, fake I might add, not natural like mine, was lying on the bed in front of him. The tattoo was being placed, of course, on her lower back. So typical. Perhaps I was being catty, but at least I was big enough to admit it.
    “There she is.” Bobby said from behind the front desk. Bobby was six foot six and probably three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He rode a Harley, he owned the shop and looked every bit your stereotypical biker/tattoo dude. Noah had been trained under Bobby, and in return Bobby had become like family. He was nothing like his appearance. I’d learned long ago to trust my instincts, and with Bobby I felt as safe as I did with Noah.
    “Noah has been going on about this piece all day. Tell me for fuck’s sake, what is it?”
    I wrap my arms around him in return of the tight hug he’s giving me and whisper the idea in his ear. I hear Bobby laughing and saying something, but I am not checked into the conversation at all. Chad looked up from his client and his eyes were on me, every inch of me, and he wasn’t hiding what he wanted.
    I wished like hell Noah wasn’t there, because with a look like that I would have charged over there, knocked the hussy off the bed and laid myself out like a buffet. Instead, I smiled and pulled back from Bobby who was looking at me like I was checked out. Which I was.
    I cleared my throat. “Sorry, what sweetie?”
    “I asked if you thought of adding anything to it.”
    Oh duh… the tattoo. “No, just basic and simple.”
    “Classic. It suits you.”
    I smiled and walked away when the phone started ringing and Bobby stepped back behind the enormous desk. I passed Chad’s space and smiled before drawing my brows in silent assessment of the tatterfly on his table . Look at that, there is a girl for each day of the week , I wanted to say. Instead I just smirked to myself and walked over to Noah.
    “Okay, spill it.” Noah said loudly. For a split second I thought I was busted for flirting with Chad. “What are we doing?”
    I took a deep breath and felt the relief that he still doesn’t know. He might suspect, but I’m clear for now. All he cares about this instant is the secret behind my tat.
    I reached in my purse and opened an envelope that contains the words I want across my ribs. Words that symbolize it all.
    You were always so far away
I know that pain, so don't you run away
Like I used to do
     
    The minute Noah reads the lyrics, I can see they’ve touched him deeply. They’re from an Alice in Chains song called ‘ Brother’ . After our move to Gig Harbor I saw the effects of the abuse in Noah, so I started singing it to him. Now I sang it whenever he was in a mood.
    “Damn, sissy. You gut me sometimes.” He said in a soft voice.
    I explained where I want the tat and Noah got to work on my piece. When he was about halfway through, he’s dialed into what he’s doing, and I know his focus is on my skin and the meaning behind it. Right now he thinks his little sister is sweet and awesome and special, so it’s the perfect time to ask, demand really, that he back off a little.
    “Bubba?” I asked in my gentle, do-not-disturb voice using my childhood name for him.
    “Hmm?”
    “I’m coming to your next gig.”
    I bit my lip and waited for his