Kiss My Tattoos

An excerpt from Kiss My Tattoos

The car pulled into a dirt lane and rambled past maple trees toward the lake. The girls were still quiet.

"I got an uncle who lives out here," Bobby said. "He likes to be by the water; he was in the Navy."

Joe pulled the car to a stop within site of the water. The moonlight shined on the gentle ripples. "He got any tattoos?" he asked, cranking his head to see Bobby in the back seat.

"Sure does. They all get 'em. He's got a big one of an eagle on his arm."

"I've got tattoos," Marla said beside him.

"No shit?" Bobby asked. "No way. Girls don't get tattoos."

Irene turned to face him. "She does, too," she said. "She's got little ones all over her body. Her family was with the circus."

"Let's see!" said Joe.

Marla blushed and smiled. "I can't. I can't show you."

Bobby slumped back in the seat. "Aw, come on. You can't say you have a tattoo and then not show us."

"I can't. They're in some private places." The boys just stared, looking her over like hungry animals eyeing fresh meat. Marla smiled again...and then started unbuttoning her dress. "Well....okay," she said, "but you have to promise you won't tell."

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