Chapter Twenty Seven
Rings
The n****e rings were just the beginning. Neither sister had any body jewelry or piercings, but at times in the past, both had thought about it and even considered going together to the tattoo and piercing center where so many of their friends went in the past. The big obstacle was always the same. The pain. They weren’t worried about their parents’ reaction. Their Dad got his one and only tattoo while in the Army and their Mom had hers done a few years later when a few of the local mothers suddenly all got rollickingly drunk one night and ventured downtown to the area that they normally would consider the wrong side of the tracks. They each opted for the less painful, small images inked on their butts and ankles and other normally invisible body acreage. Now,
