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something else. I can't believe that Kendall is in rehab. I mean, she needed it, but I'm still surprised."
    "I didn't think she would do it. She was pretty adamant that she had no plans on changing," Neely said as she tried to fan her face with her hand.
    "Well, until she met Matt," Coley offered. "Matt has a way with that gal. How long is she going to be there?"
    "A month or two is what she told me," Rebecca answered. "I'm happy for her. It will be interesting to see how she is when she gets back."
    "So tell us about getting your tattoo," Neely said, looking as though she was two steps away from melting like the wicked witch of the west.
    "Yes, about getting my tattoo," Rebecca retorted as she glared at Neely. "Why in the hell did you send me to one of your spanko friends?"
    Neely shrugged. "He's the best."
    "So you knew!" Rebecca was going to stand up to punctuate her distress, but she was naked. Standing naked before her friend wouldn't exactly make her look powerful or anything. She would just be the crazy friend who stood naked. Sweaty and naked.
    Neely shrugged again and tried to act like it was no big deal, but the smile on her face gave away her amusement at her little secret. "Most of Caine's friends are into it. I can't help that."
    "You could have told me."
    Neely just laughed.
    "I should call Caine and tell him to spank your ass!" Rebecca crossed her arms, about to pretend to pout, but it was too hot. "Jesus, Coley, can we get out of here? I'm dying."
    Coley shook her head. "No, just allow all the negative energy to leave your body. See? You already are letting it all out on Neely. Be free with your feelings and emotions."
    "Well, from what I can see, the man knows what he's doing. Your tattoo looks great so far," Neely complimented.
    Rebecca smiled. "He's good. I've had two sessions with him already and he's getting really far."
    "Do you like him?" Coley asked.
    Rebecca nodded as she tried to wrap her hair into a bun. "Yeah, he's really nice and easy to talk to. I felt out of place at first, but he put me at ease after a while. My next session is in a couple of days. I start getting some color at that point."
    "What's he like? I haven't met him before," Neely said, as she, too, tried to keep her hair off her neck.
    "He's not exactly what I was expecting. He's covered in tattoos and has the edgy look, but there's something different about him. He seems softer than I anticipated. Almost like the image of the typical tattoo artist isn't really what he is all about. He's really good at what he does and takes pride in it. But I get the feeling that there is more to him than just what he puts out there."
    Neely and Coley exchanged knowing looks.
    "What? What was that look?"
    "Nothing," Neely answered.
    "It just appears that Mr. Tattoo has piqued your interest," Coley added.
    Rebecca rolled her eyes and huffed. "Please. We are as platonic as you can get. The thought is comical."
    The girls exchanged another look, but Rebecca chose to ignore them.
    The heat grew in intensity—if that was even possible. The chimes seemed to get louder, and the chanting of the monks began to feel like fingernails down a chalkboard. She loved her little hippie friend, Coley, but sweat was pooling in every crevice of her body—this wasn't fun.
    "I've got to get out of here. Can we go get a glass of wine like normal friends?"
    Neely stood and nodded. "I agree."
    Coley dramatically threw her arms in the air. "Fine, but don't blame me if you still have toxins eating your insides."
    "I'll take my chances," Rebecca replied, as the three girls exited the box of Hades.
     
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    Rebecca was regretting what she had chosen to wear for today's tattoo session. She'd wanted to be comfortable, because this was going to be a long one, but she now found herself desperately wanting to change out of her yoga pants and do something more elaborate with her hair than a simple ponytail before Sawyer walked into the lobby. Being in this