I ushered you into my room in the shop. Thank God the owner let me close tonight. It meant I could sneak you in and get… “practice” in. We laughed the whole way back through the hall.

I tugged you inside and grabbed your hips to prop you in my table. After I’d gathered my ink and my gun, I turned to sit in my rolling chair between your legs.

Alright baby, what am I inking? And where am I putting it?