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cleaning.

 
    CHAPTER
EIGHT
    DAX
    I got up early and left before Olivia was up. She
looked so sexy and peaceful sleeping in the big old bed. Her dark hair was
fanned out around her all over the pillow. I was tempted to wake her up at
first and make love to her again, but I made myself refrain. I tiptoed around
and got dressed. I had actual important things to do.
    I met my mom at her bank first. She helped me get a
business account set up. Then, we went by and talked to the guy who owned the
building downtown that we were thinking about renting. He opened it up and let
us take a look around. It had been a tattoo shop in the past, so it was kind of
already set up with a curtained back room and plenty of space to store things
and to put a sterilizer machine. I liked it and so did my mom, so I wrote my
first business check and put a deposit down on it. I had to have a business
address before I could finish my licensure application.
    We went back to my mom’s house and went online and
printed off the application for licensure and all of the requirements. Although
I’d already read them, I wanted to go through them again. One of the
requirements was a Health and Safety class that I would have to take. I
registered for one online but I’d have to go take the class in person. The
soonest class I could get into was on Tuesday the following week. It was still
early in the day though so I gave Greg, the guy who does my tattoos, a call and
asked him if I could sit in for the day with him. He said I could watch until I
was comfortable and he was even okay with me doing one. I thought spending the
day in the shop might help me with my class and to pass my certification test.
It might be surprising to some, but even though he was a convicted felon, Greg
was a stickler for the law when it came to his business and his licensure. It
would be good to spend the day watching him.   I thanked my mom…profusely.
    Before I headed over to Greg’s place, I called
Olivia. “Hey baby! What are you doing?”
    “Hey! I’m cleaning. Well, I actually just finished
up. What are you doing?”
    “I got all my ducks in a row today to get my
business up and running. I’m pretty damn excited.”
    “Congrats. You should be excited. I’m so proud of
you!”
    “Thanks,” I told her. “How about we get dressed up
like normal people tonight and we go out and celebrate?”
    “Out? Like on a date?”
    “Why do you sound so surprised? I used to take you
out all the time.”
    “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been out on a
real date,” she said.
    “Dax is back!” I told her, full of myself at that
moment. It finally felt like I’d taken a couple of steps forward. One foot in
front of the other.
    I went on over to see Greg and he was okay with me
watching him and signing me off on watching me do one. He didn’t get very many
customers that weren’t ex-cons, but that was okay with me because that was who
I was used to tatting in the first place.
    I watched him do three of them all together. The
first guy wanted a Raiders symbol on his back. It was a big ass tattoo. Greg
did the outline while I watched and then sent the guy on to return back the
following week to start coloring it in. Next, he did the same guy’s wife. She
had all three of her kids’ names tattooed on her right shoulder with little
footprints and hearts in different colors. It turned out really good. I was
impressed with Greg’s artistic abilities.
    The next guy looked young. He tried to tell Greg
that he was eighteen, but he didn’t have a driver’s license or I.D. Greg
wouldn’t touch him without seeing proof of his age. The kid got flustered and
finally admitted that he had just turned sixteen. His dad was getting ready to
get out of prison in a few weeks and the kid thought if he had a tattoo when
the old man got out, he would be impressed. Greg explained the law to him and
the fact that it was his licensure and his livelihood on the line if he didn’t
follow