My Tattoo
“Liza, you didn’t get another one,” Sheila said. “Your mum will kill you.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” I whispered. “But be quiet. I don’t want her knowing I’m home just yet.”
“Give me a look then,” Sheila said. “Where did you get this one?”
“Here,” I said, pulling down my panties, “just in the groin.”
“Oh, Liza, it’s gorgeous. A lizard.” Sheila laughed. “Your nickname. Did it hurt?”
“Not much. Anyway, it’s worth the pain. Tony is gorgeous,” I said. “Why don’t you go and see? I bet you’ll get one, too.”
“No way,” she said. “I’d never do that.”
“We’ll see,” I said. “Mary’s getting one done tomorrow. I can’t go with her, can you? You know, just for support.”
“Sure. I’ll get to see Tony. See what you’re always going on about.”
I smirked as I put my things away.
