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“Three girls.”
    “Well I know I’ll be yours
forever.” Doc wrapped his arms around Carrie’s waist and kissed her cheek. “I
have no qualms about getting your name tattooed on my body.”
    “You could get it tattooed on
your dick,” Wilson joked. “Then no one would ever see it but Carrie. In theory,
anyway.”
    Carrie’s eyes widened as she
glanced back at her husband. “I’d better be the only one to see it!”
    “I’ve done cock tattoos,” the
tattoo artist said, smiling up at her. His name was Brad and he was far more
tattooed than Wilson, tendrils of black tribal marks snaking up his neck under
his black t-shirt. At least you couldn’t see Wilson’s when he had street
clothes on.
    Carrie stared at him, a little
shocked. “But… don’t they have to… you know… have an erection…?”
    “At the beginning, yeah.” Brad
winked at her, rubbing his chin with the back of his gloved hand. “We put a
stencil on when it’s erect and then we can stretch the skin after that.
Although the closer we get to the head of the cock, the more likely a guy is to
stay hard.”
    She blinked at him, his meaning
finally dawning on her. “It feels… good?”
    “Yeah.” Wilson nodded, agreeing.
“It hurts soooo good.”
    “You’re kidding me.” Carrie
turned to him, her mouth agape.
    Doc laughed. “You’ve got a tattoo
on your dick?”
    “What is it of?” Carrie couldn’t
help asking.
    “You wanna see?” Wilson reached
for his belt buckle.
    “Whoa there!” Doc punched him
lightly on the shoulder. “We just crossed the line into too much information.”
    Wilson settled back in his chair
and Brad went back to work, but Carrie couldn’t help sneaking glances down at
the zipper on his jeans, far too curious for her own good.
    “So what are you gonna
get, Doc?” Wilson looked back over his shoulder at the job the tattoo artist
was doing.
    “I don’t know for sure.” Doc
shrugged, glancing at her. “I was thinking about—”
    Carrie made a face when his
beeper went off. That was never a good thing, never.
    Doc swore, checking the number.
He looked at her regretfully. “Babe…”
    She sighed. “When is the
emergency rotation over again?”
    “After Christmas.”
    “You should be on-call like I am
for the OB rotation.” Wilson rolled his eyes. “It’s actually worse. I spent
seventy-two hours at the hospital last week, and I think I slept about three of
those.”
    Doc nodded. “That’s next
semester.”
    “Great,” Carrie remarked
sarcastically. “Something to look forward to.”
    Doc was already pulling on his
coat. “Hey, can you take Carrie home for me?”
    “Sure,” his friend agreed. “No
problem.”
    “How long will you be?” Carrie
put her arms around her husband for a kiss.
    He gave her what she was looking
for, far too briefly. “I’ll call you.”
    She pouted. “We were supposed to
have dinner.”
    “You can still have Mexican
delivered. Save some for me.” He kissed her again and then let her go. When he
got to the door, he turned back and called out, as if just remembering, “And
hey—no showing off cock tattoos.”
    She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Maybe I’ll get a vulva tattoo.”
    “No you won’t.” He laughed.
“Chicken.”
    “Call me!” She waved as he pushed
the door open.
    “I will.” The bell tinkled as the
door closed behind him.
    Carrie sighed and took a seat
next to the tattoo artist, watching his progress. They were the only ones in
the shop.
    Wilson saw the look on her face
and nudged her with the tip of his combat boots. “Well, Tonto, I guess it’s
just you and me.”
    She smiled wanly. “Heigh-ho,
Silver.”
    They hadn’t spent much time
together without Doc, so it was a little awkward at first, but by the time his
tattoo was finished and Brad was greasing it up with Vaseline, they were
talking everything from tattoos to their favorite television shows and laughing
like old friends. She was surprised how easy he was to talk