i walked in to the tattoo shop. i went there a lot. i greeted the guy. he knew me well by now because i always came to him when i wanted tattoos. i was going to get my wedding date tattooed on my chest. “just a small one. no more than an inch” i said sternly. i was in an arranged marriage. it was more like a trade. her father was in debt and to pay it off he sold me her hand in marriage. she wasn’t exactly thrilled but i was. i had to admit. she was cute. blonde hair blue eyes and really short. she was exactly my type. she was extremely innocent. i’d change that. i was known to be a bit of. a jackass. but i treated women right