Chapter Thirty-five
The next morning after my cleansing and injection I am again taken to the salon for more tattooing. I remain unmilked.
Ms. Powers stops in to watch. Apparently observing my anguish as the tattoo needles of Miss Greenwich Village penetrate every imaginable area of my flesh is a source of recreation.
“Many things have been addressed since Mr. Fatipton’s death, Alexi.”
She sits before me, casually sipping coffee while I endure the hell a of hundred bee stings.
“Most importantly I had to deal with that reprobate Randy. I have long realized that the potential for a grandchild could throw quite the wrench into my planning. Though Randy’s s****l preferences do not make such an occurrence likely, I like to cover all the bases. So I did something which I was planning to do
