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it, and my young
head. “What if you change your mind in five years? Or when you’re thirty?” I
understood her reasoning, but I knew I was positive about it, so I went along
with her for her peace of mind. She also said she’d pay for it if I waited. Who
knew I’d be getting a second one? I still have the cash I saved, meaning I can
easily afford it. I love it when things fall into place like that, don’t you?
Anyway, I’ve been patient for the past nine months, but right up until this
morning, she was still doubtful. She was fine about the piercings. “Not so
permanent,” she said.
    Su’s mom and mine think
we’re going through some kind of phase, with the funky hair colors and the ink.
That is not the case, we’ve always been quite daring. We’re just now at an age
where we can embrace it and express ourselves fully and we have every intention
of doing that. 
    As I walk through to the
kitchen, I know Elena is home by the music coming from the bathroom upstairs. I
search the fridge and take out the left-over vegetarian lasagna from last
night’s dinner. Once I re-heat it in the microwave, I sit at the kitchen table
and eat while flipping through today’s newspaper. 
    Elena walks in dressed in a fluffy
navy robe. Her shoulders hang low and her lips are softly curved up at the
corners. Gosh, I wouldn’t mind a relaxing bath, too, but I can’t with my new
tattoo. The idea of having my leg slung over the side of the tub doesn’t
exactly suggest relaxation to me.
    My sister and I look like
our mom, only, my eyes are a lighter brown than theirs and my natural chestnut
colored hair, a match for mom’s, is darker than Elena’s blonde. Otherwise,
we’re the same. Oh, and mom’s taller at five-foot-five, I’m an inch under my
sister at Five-one. I’m not quite sure where our short asses come from. Dad
likes to blame the Irish side.
    Elena’s eyelids pop wide the
moment she sees me. “Did you get them done?”
    “Yeah,” I say, shifting my
foot out from under the table for her inspection. I peel back the bandage. Even
though the surrounding area is red and it looks kind of sore, I adore my tat.
    She gasps. “It’s amazing.”
She lingers with astounded focus. After a few moments, her gaze rises to my
breasts. “And?”  
    Grinning, I nod. I love my
pierced nipples, and so will Nick. My mom and my sister cringed at the thought
of pain, when I told them what I intended, but that was their only qualms. My
dad doesn’t know about them, and I plan on keeping it that way.
    “Can I see?”
    “Sure.” I put the bandage
securely back in place and stand up. After taking off my T-shirt, I lift up my
bra with care.
    Elena stares at my new
additions. “I can’t believe you went through with it. Did it hurt much?”
    “Less than I thought it
would, I was more scared than I needed to be. The tat hurt like a bitch, but I
kept in mind the things Nick said, like staying calm. Oh, do you remember that
collision I almost had a couple months back?” I cautiously put my underwear
back in place.
    “Yes.” She nods, with her captivated
interest still remaining with my, now covered, chest. 
    “The guy was my piercer and
tattooist.”
    “No way, are you serious?”
She meets my eyes now.
    I nod. “What are the
chances? I had to strip in front of him, and he’s totally freaking hot. Beyond
hot, in fact.” She muffles her chuckle with her hand over her mouth. “It’s not
funny. I couldn’t decide what would be more embarrassing; chickening out, or
stripping for him.” Now I giggle with her. He knows what my tits look like.
    “You make sure you don’t have
that dopey-eyed look when you show Nick.”
    “What look?”
    “You’re totally crushing on
the guy. There’s no harm in finding him cute, but don’t make it so obvious when
you show your boyfriend.”
    “I’m not crushing on
him, I’m nuts about my man. I’m just telling you Joe was nice.”
    She shrugs her shoulders.
“Whatever.”
    I put my