The Tattoo ShopThe boy pressed his fine Mediterranean nose against the glass while bright, brown eyes skittered restively over the patterns in my window display. His handsome features sharpened with interest as he spied the ornate tattoo design he had raptly studied so many times before.
I knew neither his name nor his origins, but I had watched him ripen over these many months. He had emerged from his skinny phase last winter when his shoulders abruptly broadened. Spring saw the flaring of his ribs and a pleasing definition of the torso. Spindly legs and thighs filled out pleasantly, although his waist remained narrow. Yet, the most enchanting part of this unknown youth was a fantastic, rounded posterior that gave definition to his trousers, lifted the hem of his shirt suggestively, and
