Chapter Twenty One
Another Friday night in Image. Watching a delightful young blonde in black PVC skirt, fishnets and Docs slither across the floor. She had a full sleeve down her right arm, dragons chasing fairies and skeletons through a kaleidoscope of trees and stars, and a poppy vine tangled around her left forearm. Her sleeveless B52s shirt was cropped short enough to expose the elvish script that ran around her waist. I ran a quick mental inventory on my remaining financial resources, and decided that I had to get one of those tattoos.
The Beast had left the building, after thanking me, thanking me very much. Peter had joined us in Hathaways, and had offered my companion a lift to the airport on the back of his bike. I didn’t have the heart to tell Peter who he was actually escorti
