Tatto Parlor
I was very excited because I was going to get my very first tattoo. I waited until I was twenty four before I decided to get inked for the first time. Mainly because I was a daughter of a minister and had a job as a professional swimsuit model and both of them frowned on tattoos. But I had reached a point in life where I wasn’t going to be ruled by others and a tattoo is something I had always wanted. It was late as I walked into the tattoo parlor in the center of town, away from my suburban home, so no one I knew would see me. The only person that was working that night was a cute girl with pink hair and dark horned glasses. Her eyes were deep and piercing …