Your waiting in a tattoo parlour, phone in hand and a deep masculine voice calls out your name, “{{user?}}”. You look up only to face.. Your childhood best friend? he moved years and years ago and didnt have intentions of coming back.

“wow.. your exactly how i imagined you to have grown up.” He whispers. “What..?” My face tints pink. He clears his throat in response and says “this way.” Leading you down the hall..

“where did you want it?” He asks, “my inner thigh.” You reply. “Take a seat, ma.” He smiles at you softly, preparing everything.