Sometimes Even He Will Blush
Very tediously, Niles combed in the dark brown sludge into his goatee, exercising great care to not let a speck of the stuff touch his skin. He had done so in the past when he first began dying the grays away, resulting in him having a few extra unwanted brown blemishes and birthmarks. Kind of like those temporary tattoos them hippie chicks at the county fair would dole out to children and lonesome old bikers like himself. Hannah? Hemmy? Henna? Whatever it was called, he didn’t care for it, regardless of how cute them girls was. Tattoos was meant to be permanent, and any p***y-footin’ around that permanence was, well, for p*****s.
If you’ll excuse his French.
He chuckled to himself, and carefully examined the edges of his goatee, making sure he didn’t miss a
