Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 07:35:40 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twisted Boyfriend PT 18 (REVISED)

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My Twisted Boyfriend (sequel to Twisted Next Door Neighbors) PT 18

(Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest)

- - -

Dean enjoyed his first month of his art class at the community
college.  He was learning the basics of drawing and really enjoyed it.
 He remained in his evening shift as I remained a part time worker at
the garage.  At that point, even if wanted to take more mechanic
classes I didn't want to spend the money on it.  If I had been able to
work more hours, then I could have saved up for more courses.  That
would have to wait.  In the meantime, I had to have enough money to
pay for my gas, car maintenance, and my phone.

My dad's advice often haunted me at work.  I looked at the other
mechanics more closely.  Two of the four looked way older than they
were—aged by hard work.  The other two had mangled looking hands and
one complained about his back all the time.  I wasn't sure of their
salaries, but they all complained about their bills and debts.  Of
course, they had wives and kids and I didn't.  Still, dad's suggestion
to have a back up plan in life made sense.

Me and several of Dean's friends threw him a great twentieth birthday
part at a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant in Dallas.  Oddly
enough, Jim remained at home in a sullen mood.  On the night of Dean's
birthday, Jim gave him a card full of cash just before we left to go
eat.  It was followed by an awkward hug and then he went to his room
and closed the door.  Dean didn't say so, but I knew his feelings were
hurt.

Dean and I drove together on our way to meet everyone else at the
restaurant.  He stayed quiet as I put on his favorite music as we
drove out.  He just stared out the window.  I turned the music way
down.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"Do you think he resents me or something?" Dean asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Dad.  Everyone says I am spitting image of Hank.  Did you see the
look in his face when I came out from getting ready?"

Actually, I hadn't.  I had gotten bored waiting for Dean's endless primping.

"I can't explain it, but there was a look in his face that looked like
I'd killed his puppy.  Then he grabbed the card and shoved it in my
hands, blurted a `Happy Birthday' and walked away."

"Yeah, I did notice that part."

The car remained quiet until as another two songs played on the CD
player.  I turned the volume up loud again and started singing to it.
It made him smile and he started singing too.  The mood was lightened,
but I felt the incident with Jim stayed in the back of his mind the
rest of the evening.  He pretended to be unaffected at the restaurant
where we hung out with out friends until the place closed.

- - -

When Halloween came, I persuaded my mom to let me have my first party
ever.  I invited most everyone that I still kept in contact with from
high school, the trade school, former friends from Jiffy Lube, etc.  I
talked to Miranda and asked her to invite her friends.  Dean invited a
few people from his art class and from work.  I had no idea how many
would actually show up.

Dean and I decorated the place really spookily.  We even went to a
fabric store and bought a lot of cheap black material which we used to
cover the couch and to make fake curtains.  Miranda came up with a fog
machine.  Mom and I stayed up the night before and made a bunch of
goofy foods like cookies shaped like fingers and stuff.  She got into
decorating for it as well and helped Dean put up a bunch of fake
spider webbing.

Of course Dean was in charge of the music.  He had music from Rob
Zombie to classic horror movie themes downloaded by the night of the
party.  Jim dug up an old box of decorations from their shed that
hadn't seen the light of day after Dean's mom passed.  When all of it
was put together, it was fuckin' bad ass!

Mom went out with some friends to a movie and then dancing during the
whole event. Before leaving, she read me "the law" and told me all the
things that better not happen after she left.  After she left, it was
just me, Dean, Miranda, and the twins.  Jeff and Curt were excited to
have been included.

Remembering back, I never recalled Dean treating the twins like they
were baggage.  He often wanted to be alone, but he never considered
them pests as some siblings do.  The twins were getting so tall, but
it was obvious they were teenagers, but none of us worried about them
"fitting in" with the older crowd.

It was to be a costume party, so we all dressed up.  I dressed up as a
prisoner covered in gang tattoos (painted on me by Dean).  I wore a
bright orange prison uniform found by Dean and Miranda from one of
their thrift shop excursions some months before.  Dean had started
painting the tattoos on me painstakingly at noon that day.  They were
all over my neck, shoulders, and arms.  He copied them from photos
we'd googled.  He took several photos of me with the costume on and
several in just the uniform pants.  I had to admit, I looked hot!  He
persuaded me to take several with cock out and some naked with a mean
look on my face.

"You look like a mean ass, gangsta motherfucker!"  He said.

For the party, Dean and Miranda were dressed as Jack the Ripper and
one of his victims.  He found a cape and hat at a Halloween store.
Using make up from the same store, Miranda had fake gashes going down
her chest (disappearing under the low cut dress) and her throat looked
slashed.  Fake blood covered the front of her Victorian-ish dress.
The twins pretended to be separated conjoined twins (sick puppies they
were).

Before anyone showed up, Dean blasted some music and Miranda and he
pretended to waltz to the Gothic dance music.  Then they started doing
disco moves and had me and the twins in tears.  I got most of it on
video!

I was worried that no one was coming at first.  Half an hour after it
started only two people had arrived, but almost an hour after loads of
people showed up.  Dean reminded me that no one ever wanted to show up
first and that people were probably going to dinner first.  Two hours
into it, the place was packed—he was correct.  I was amazed at the
amount of folks that showed up.

Smoking was allowed only outside, so the crowd spilled out onto the
front patio where the smokers lighted up under blue and purple
lighting.  Later on, I didn't see Dean anywhere and briefly went
outside to find him.  The thin walls of the mobile home did little to
filter the music and noise from inside.  I found him talking to a
group I had never seen before.  I went back inside to continue playing
"host".

I had left my room open as another place for people to hang as it was
the only access to a bathroom—the hall past the living room was
blocked off.  My own room was full of candles with my small TV playing
horror movies on DVD.

Most everyone dressed up in costumes from simple to really outrageous.
 Miranda went around taking photos of everyone on her digital camera.
Mom made it clear no weed or booze was to be brought in the house, but
I saw some guys passing a bottle of Jim Beam around outside.  Most
everyone was content to just socialize without liquor.  Still, it
would be naïve to think a party like this would not have any pot
smokers or pill users about.  I smelt weed outside but didn't see who
it was coming from.

After midnight and after talking to friends and people I didn't even
know, I realized I hadn't seen Dean for quite some time.  I looked in
my bedroom and found a group watching one of the horror movies.
Still, no Dean.  I went through the rest of my house thinking he
needed a breather and had slipped into a back room. Instead, I found a
straight couple making out in the spare room.  I shooed them out in a
friendly enough manner and walked them down the hallway back to the
crowd.

His brothers were in the living room of my house having the time of
their lives.  I found Miranda outside telling some story to a group of
girls about the size of some guy's dick.  Still, no Dean.  I decided
to go to Dean's trailer and look around in there.

I felt weird walking into Dean's house under the circumstances (even
though I walked in unannounced all the time during the day).  I felt
bad vibes and my mouth felt dry as I walked up his steps.  I turned
the door knob and walked in only to find the usual dark and dank
living room.  The only light came from the small bulb over the stove.
I heard voices down the hall and walked up to find his bedroom door
shut.  I smelled it before I saw it.

I opened it up to be knocked down by a thick haze of marijuana smoke.
Dean was sitting on the bed with some of his own friends—three girls
and one dude.  The guy was passing a blunt to the chick on his left.

"Hey babe!" he said.

My body instantly flashed hot.

"Come out here!" I said snappily.

"Be right back y'all!" he told them.

He came out into the hall and playfully tried to kiss me with the door
mostly closed.  I pushed his hands away.

"What the fuck dude?  What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

He pulled me away from the door and past the washing machine area.

"Relax man, they wanted to smoke their weed and you said it couldn't
be done at your place.  I just let them come over to do their thing.
We're heading back soon."

He was relaxed and played it cool.  I was livid.

"Dean, did you smoke pot?  Or anything else?  Don't bullshit me!" I
said a little in a lower voice through clenched teeth.

"Fuck no, man.  You don't trust me?"

"I want to, but this doesn't make you look good at all!" I said.

He laughed.

"Well bro, I did break down and have a cigarette...that a crime?"

I just shook my head. He just shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I'm going back until they're done and I'll see them out."

He opened the door to his room and one of the girls came out wiping
powder off her nose.  He looked at me defiantly and I had to hold back
from punching something.  With hands clenched I just turned around and
stormed out.  I stomped down the stairs outside his backdoor and
walked to the back fence and sat there fuming in the dark.

"Motherfucker!" I yelled.

I was certain no one was paying attention or heard me over all the
noise.  I was startled and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder.  It
was Miranda.

"Dave, what's wrong?"

She looked at me with those warm, but all-knowing eyes.  I told her
what I'd just seen.  I figured she was going to storm into his room or
was going to take up for him.  Instead, she put her arm around me.  I
was shaking but her touch helped to calm me.  Despite the fake gashes
and gore on her, I could smell her sweet perfume.  It reminded me of
my sister Annie.

"I wanna believe him, but you know his history!" I said.

"I know, Dave."

We stood out there for a while and we saw his friends leave his house,
but we didn't see Dean come out.

"Let's enjoy the party.  Let's go back inside.  You can be a killer on
death row and I'll be the gal you mangled.  Shall we?"

I took her hand and followed her back to my house.

The night moved on and it got really late.  I saw that the twins had
somehow made themselves co-hosts by refilling the coolers with cokes
and putting out more food in my absence.  They'd turned the fog
machine back on and the house was hazy and spooky.  I sat down on the
couch and tried to relax and calm down.  I then noticed that Grant had
joined the party.  I glared at him across the foggy room.

The clock on the stove read five past 1am.  Grant walked over to me.

"Great party!  You look like you just escaped from Huntsville!  Tell
your buddy thanks for inviting me."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Dean invited you?" I asked a little nastily.

"Yeah, ran into him at the grocery store.  He said you guys were
having a big Halloween bash.  This is great!  That pissed off look
you're putting on really adds to the costume.  In fact it's really
hot."

Until he mentioned seeing Dean at the grocery store, I felt jealous.
I thought they had met up behind my back or something for Dean to have
talked to him.  I should have known better than to suspect Dean
fooling around without me knowing.  After all, I was the one guilty of
cheating in the past.

"Thanks dude.  You wanna stay and help clean up?  There are trash bags
in the kitchen."

It took a minute for Grant to realize I was joking.

"Ha ha!  You had me going.  But I wouldn't mind hanging with you guys
again soon." he said.

"Well, I live here with my mom.  We were lucky the other day...she was at work."

"Yeah, well maybe you two can come over and hang when my sister is
gone.  She works days but leaves Monday for a business trip.  I'll
have the house for two weeks.  It's still warm out for some action out
by the pool.  We have a hot tub if it gets chilly."

Despite the bullshit I'd just gone through with Dean, I got horny
thinking about being naked in a hot tub with Grant.  Well, that's if
Dean and I were still speaking.  Grant and I chatted for a while as
people kept leaving and telling me bye as they went.  Grant left soon
after our conversation and I found Miranda asleep on my bed with the
DVD menu playing over and over on the small TV screen.

People began leaving in groups and I had been too wrapped up in the
drama with Dean to notice.  Even the twins had disappeared.  My phone
vibrated in my pocket.  It was mom.  She texted she was on her way
home.

- - -

It was two in the morning when mom got home.  I was picking up paper
plates and plastic cups from all over.

"Hey babe, how was your party?  Where's Dean?"

I briefly told her what had happened.

"Well babe, part of a relationship is trust.  Having a room full of
druggies doesn't help his credibility any, but maybe he was telling
the truth."

I got up and started putting utensils and miscellaneous stuff into the
dishwasher.

"Just put the food up honey.  We'll clean the rest of it up in the
morning.  By the way, is that your friend Miranda's car out there?"

"Oh yeah...she's here and not at Dean's.  She fell asleep watching TV.
I'll sleep on the couch."

"Okay babe."

She kissed me on the cheek and headed off to her room.  I walked into
my bedroom and quietly changed into a pair of shorts in the
semi-darkness.  I was nude just briefly, but Miranda was asleep.  It
wasn't like she hadn't seen me skinny dipping at her place before.  I
grabbed a blanket from the closet and tiptoed out of the room.  After
changing into some shorts, I tripped on her shoes and nearly fell.

"Oh shit!  What time is it?" she said rubbing her eyes.

The room still had the black light on.  The still photo on the DVD
menu on the TV screen helped cast an eerie feel to the room.

"It's after two, woman!"

I plopped down next to her and threw the blanket over our legs.  She
started pulling off the fake neck scar along with one between her
tits. She tossed them into the small trash can by the bed.  I pulled
the blanket over both of us and put my arm around her head.

"Now I can say I had a woman in my bed!"

She laughed tiredly.

"Mom's back.  She knows you're here.  I'll be on the couch."

"Thanks sweetie.  I'll text my brother to tell him I'm here and then
I'll turn the lights out."

I started walking out the door on my way to the living room with the
blanket over my shoulder.

"Did you go and talk to him?" she said from my doorway.

"No," I said without turning around.

I rolled on the couch after turning the lamps off and just lay there.
I worried about Dean the whole time.  I was mad at him for stressing
me out—even if he didn't do any drugs.  As a recovering addict, it was
dumb to put himself right in the middle of users.  We would definitely
have a talk the next day.  I lay there torturing myself by obsessively
thinking of him.  I kept replaying the conversation over in my head.
Worry turned into weariness and somehow I eventually fell asleep.

- - -

I woke up with the blinding sun glaring through a crack in the
curtains--right into my face.  I sat up but immediately winced at the
pain in my neck.  I'd slept in a manner that gave me a "crick" in the
neck.   I felt lousy from the few hours of sleep.  I just lay there
staring in space for a while and was about to get up when I heard
Miranda stirring in my room.  She came out looking a sight.  She had
fallen asleep in her bloodied costume dress and her hair had come
undone from its Victorian hairdo.

"Girl, you do look like you got murdered now!"

She rolled her eyes and yawned.

"I'm heading home and going back to bed!" she whispered.

I just nodded and rubbed my neck.

"You guys will work it out.  You always do." she said.

She kissed me on the forehead and then she was gone.

I thought about that last sentence of hers.  Yes, we always worked it
out somehow.  Was it because I always caved in and forgave him?  Was I
such an obvious sucker?

Well, I guess I wasn't always innocent either.  Neither of us were
perfect...I certainly wasn't so innocent anymore.  Whoever was going to
apologize, I felt I should go over and get it sorted out.  I stood up
and my eyes hurt as if I had a sinus headache.  I felt
miserable...physically and mentally.

I looked around at the leftover mess and finished putting stuff into
the dishwasher and trash bag.  On the whole, there really wasn't a
mess to clean up with that out of the way.  I'd tossed most of the
trash the night before.  I walked around taking down fake spider webs
and other ghoulish décor.  My neck and shoulder were sore but I pulled
down the fake curtains quickly.  I dumped all the items on my bed and
made my move to go talk to Dean.

Barefoot and shirtless, I groggily walked out my front door and up to
Dean's back door.  It was locked so I tapped on it.  Soon enough, Curt
came to the door and opened it.  I knew those two would be up at the
crack of dawn as always.  He was naked looked sleepy.  As I entered, I
saw Jeff on the floor on his back, butt jacked up against the couch,
legs tossed over him.  He was trying to pull his waist down.  His hard
dick was less than an inch from his tongue.

"You guys at it again?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're trying to suck our own dicks!"

I was too tired to laugh.  I made my way to Dean's room and it was
dark and stuffy.  I left the door cracked so I could see where I was
stepping.  He was snoring lying on his stomach.  I could see pieces of
white paper all around the room but couldn't make out what was on
them.  I pulled off my shorts and slid under the covers with him.  He
woke up after our bodies made contact.

"Are you still pissed?" he said.

"I wanna believe you didn't smoke anything or snort anything...but it
didn't look good."

He turned over and put his arm around me.

"If I had done meth or coke, I wouldn't be sleeping right now."

I didn't say anything.

"I didn't smoke pot either.  Those guys wanted to party and I told
them it wasn't cool at your place.  As good as it all sounded, I
didn't use anything."

"Well, then if they couldn't play by the rules, they didn't need to be
there," I said.

It was quiet for nearly a minute.

"Well, maybe."

"You don't need friends who are users," I said.

"I know," he said.

He rolled over and kissed me fully on the lips.  I moaned when my neck
hurt and I grabbed it.  I told him why it hurt.

"Poor baby!" he said.

He began to rub my neck with deep kneading.  Despite his hard grip, it
made the muscle relax a great deal.

"I didn't come back last night because you looked like you were about
to punch one of us."

"I wanted to," I said.

He finished rubbing my neck and I lay flat on my back again.  He got
on top off me and kissed all over my neck and Adam's apple—it drove me
crazy.  Now and then he moved up to my ear and stuck his tongue far
into it getting is all wet and sloppy.  He mixed the tongue action in
with chewing on my ear lobe.  I was a sucker for make-up sex and he
knew it.

Without warning, he moved down to my left pit and pulled my arm past my head.

"Dude, I love your pit hair.  It's soft and bushy and smells perfectly."

He licked it up and down until the hair was thoroughly sopping wet
with spit.  Next, he worked on my nipples by sucking on them and
licking around them.  I was much more relaxed and just reveled in the
bliss of being orally serviced.  The foreplay could have gone on
forever without me even cumming.  I loved it just as much as an
orgasm.

When he finally got to my cock, it was already leaking and ready for a
good sucking.  I positioned all of the pillows behind me and sat up in
bed.  With him between my legs on his stomach, he sucked my entire
cock all the way in.  My legs were spread, knees bent outward, and my
feet resting on his back.  He had had one hand resting under each of
my butt cheeks (gripping them like a straight guy squeezes titties).
I loved having my cock buried fully into his mouth like that with none
of it exposed.  He was even able to move his tongue around and
stimulate the sensitive underside of it even with my cock stuffing his
mouth.

I lay there with my hands behind my head getting a good, slow, and
deep blowjob.   I felt Dean's middle finger stray from one of my
cheeks to my hole.  He didn't stick it in, but just massaged my pucker
instead.  I moved one of my hands down to stroke his hair.  The dried
hair gel in it was slightly sticky.

Many thoughts raced through my head—I thought about how he had pissed
me off and nearly ruined my party night. I remembered Miranda saying
we always work things out.  Yeah, like how easily he shut me up with
the offer of a blow job.  I felt manipulated.  Again, I remembered how
mad he made me the night before.  In just minutes I felt angry again.

When he stopped sucking for a second to get a breath, I pushed his
head back all the way down on my cock and held it there.  I let him
nearly gag as I pressed his head hard.  I humped his mouth from my
sitting position while still gripping his head.  I could have cum
right then by face fucking him hard, but I held off.

`Roll over, I want to fuck you."

He reached for the nearby lube bottle, but I pushed his hand away from
it.  I hurried his body rolling over by nudging his waist with my
knee.  When he was on his belly, I plopped down on him with my full
weight and heard him say "ugh!"  My hard dick was already wet enough
in my opinion, so I pressed it hard against his hole until the head
forced its way in.

I didn't hear another sound from him until I forced my dick in with a
single movement with my long balls resting against his taint.  I knew
it hurt him because his ass was dry.  I pushed myself up with my arms
like I was doing a push up, but I stayed propped up in that position.

Only my hips moved as I fucked Dean really hard.  I lifted up and put
my hands on his triceps pinning him down.  I could have cum at
anytime, but I dragged it out and banged away.  He wasn't making much
noise but was biting his pillow.  He tried to move one hand close to
his face but I moved it away.  Eventually, I was fucking so hard that
his cheap bed was squeaking.  There was no doubt everyone there could
hear it vibrating throughout the trailer.

When I was ready to cum, I pulled out immediately and moved my cock up
to his face.  With his head turned to his extreme left, I shoved the
head into his mouth and jacked my load into it.  At the weird angle,
he really couldn't suck it but I was able to fill his mouth.  He laid
there, mouth open, until I was done.

Then I got off him and pulled his shoulder up to signal him to roll
over again.  Once on his back, I moved up to his mouth and stuck my
sticky, ass-juice covered dick into his mouth and let him suck out the
last drops.  A small droplet of sweat rolled from his forehead down to
his eyebrow and stayed there.

I sat up to get my breath.  Spent, I fell onto my back with my head
landing next to his feet.  My feet were next to his face.  I lay there
until my heart stopped beating so fast.  I felt like I had just worked
out.  Dean didn't speak for a long time.

"Well, did that get it all out of your system?" he said calmly.

"For now." I said just as calmly.

I rolled over with no offer to get him off and closed my eyes.

- - -

We woke up later in the afternoon to the sound of thunder.  The bright
and sunny day had turned to one of autumn rain.  Dean stretched out
and pulled the curtain open enough to lighten the room with his foot.
At some point he'd moved next to me and we had been spooning.  I felt
less mad at him but I wasn't totally over it all.  He really didn't
seem to care or understand how much he'd pissed me off the night
before.  I tried to push it out of my head and just relax.

Our feet were at the head of his bed.  I lay back and stretched my
arms out and yawned. He pulled the blanket off of us and stroked my
chest and belly.

"That feels really nice."

"Yeah, I can tell!" he said.

He grabbed my semi-erect dick when he said that.

"You have the most perfect mushroom head on your cock.  I know it so
well I can draw it with my eyes closed." he said.

I rolled over and looked at the papers lying about.

"What's all this?" I asked.

Some of the pages were of dragons that had been printed on a computer
from the internet.  Some were his personal drawings.  He pulled one
off the floor and showed it to me.  I moved it closer to the window.
It was a single dragon standing on curved handles.  He'd modified some
drawing that he found online.  He had printed it and then traced it
onto another page with a black pencil with different details added.

"It looks really cool," I said.

"Then it should look really good on my back.  I getting it tattooed."

I was really surprised.  He'd pierced his body already.  I'd always
assumed another piercing would be next—not a tattoo.

"Have you told your dad?" I asked.

"Why the fuck do I need to ask him?  It's my body." he said bitchily.

"Don't snap at me bro, I just asked!"

He sighed.

"I know...I'm sorry."

He rolled on his stomach.  I looked at his beautiful, smooth,
perfectly white back.  In a way, I didn't want him to get the tattoo
and mess up his perfect skin.  It would look spectacular, but it would
be permanent.

"I guess you should get it now before you start getting even more hair
on your back!" I said.

He jumped up and turned on the light.  He tried to turn around and
look at his back in the long mirror on his closet door.

"Where?  Where?" he panicked.

I started laughing uncontrollably and was slapping my thigh.

"You bastard!"

When he realized he'd been duped, he tackled me on the bed and we
wrestled.  He got me back by tickling the hell out of me.  I pulled
him into a kiss and soon we were having sex again.  Yet this time, it
was gentler and more loving.

- - -

Eight hours later, we were in Dallas at a tattoo shop.  Dean sat there
in the special chair facing forward with his shirt off and his back to
me.  His semi-low cut jeans fully exposed his lower spine.  The
material just barely covered his crack.  He looked incredibly sex
sitting there shirtless.  His hair was clean but had no hair product
in it—he looked very boyish.  My dick strained in my pants watching
him get the tattoo.

The tattoo artist was quite hot as well.  He was in his late forties,
had a shaved head, and puffy long chin goatee of black hair that was
about four inches long.  His muscular arms were covered in
multicolored tatts that disappeared under his black gloves.  He had a
hot beer belly like Jim.

He copied Dean's drawing and applied it as a template onto his skin.
I had no idea it was going to be so huge.  After Dean's dragon image
was transferred on his back, the tattoo guy began his work with the
needle.  I was surprised to see that it was being done in several
colors.  I thought it was to be a single color like the drawing.

The procedure looked extremely painful, but it didn't seem to sway
Dean.   He and I kept chatting to pass the time.  At different phases
of the tattoo, I used both of our phones to take photos and video
clips.  While sitting there, I fantasized about Dean getting fucked by
the tattoo guy because he forgot his money and couldn't pay for it any
other way.  Of course Dean paid in advance, but the idea of it was
sexy.

While sitting there, I had an impulsive idea and told him I needed to
go take a whiz.  Secretly, I went around the corner by the entrance
and asked if anyone else was available.  I didn't get a tattoo, but I
got my ear pierced.  It was something I always wanted to do but my dad
had told me I couldn't do it when I was living with him.  I'd never
talked to my mom about it.  I'd never seriously thought about getting
it done for real until that night.

It wasn't as painful as I thought.  With my goatee and skinny chin
strap beard on my jaw line, it looked really good.  I got a stud with
a simple black onyx.  If it healed correctly and looked good, I would
buy something else better later on.

When I returned to Dean nearly fifteen minutes later, the tattoo had
progressed a lot but was nowhere near being done.  His back was
already flushed in bright red, but he was taking it like a man.  His
eyes were watering now and then, but he made no protests whenever he
winced at the pain.

"Where'd you go?  You had to take a long shit?" he joked.

The tattoo artist laughed.

"Naw man, I was just looking around," I lied.

He was turned away from me and couldn't see my near earring yet.  I
sat down and was offered a can of soda by the pretty girl from the
front counter.  I sat there entranced watching the tattoo come to
life.  Once completed, the top of the tattoo began a few inches below
the neck and stretched down past the middle of his back. Overall, it
filled two thirds of his back!

When he turned around and saw my earring, he was thrilled.  Right in
front of everyone, he pulled me into a hug and kissed me—but then
gasped from his back pain.  I was glad he liked it too.

The tattoo guy wiped his back down and applied something that looked
like Vaseline and then covered it with a bandage of clear saran wrap
and tape.  Afterwards, the guy spent several minutes telling Dean how
to care for it while it healed and gave him several pamphlets with a
list of stuff to buy at the grocery story.  I didn't get to see the
tattoo completely with all the colors added before he turned around
got it bandaged up.  Whatever I did see was glorious.

Dean was off the next two days but I had to work.  His brothers helped
with the care of removing the bandage and added any lotion needed.
When he went back to work it was scabbing some and the skin was
peeling as it was supposed to.  He didn't want me to see until it was
fully healed.

No one said anything at work about my earring.  It wasn't a big deal
anyway...one of the mechanics had one.  I secretly wished for a
compliment about it from anyone.  However, at home mom wasn't too
pleased about the earring.  She told me it was my body, I could put
whatever "potentially infecting, foreign object in it" if I wanted
too.  I texted an image of it to my sisters and they all loved it.
Dad didn't reply.

Regarding Dean's tattoo, Jim was only mad at Dean for spending so much
money on it.  He didn't comment on it much otherwise.  The twins loved
it.

- - -

The entire week became busier than planned.  One mechanic was out sick
and the other left when his wife went into labor.  I was glad to take
their shifts.  I wasn't totally on my own yet, but Isaac gave me more
responsibility than I had before.  During slow parts of the day and
when we were closing up, he had me come inside and learn some of the
business stuff like paying the bills, ordering supplies and parts, and
other office tasks.

"So you see Dave, running a business is much more than only managing
people, there's a lot of stuff you have to maintain...bank accounts,
payroll, taxes." he'd told me.

None of it was too difficult to understand save the taxes part.  It
was not interesting like discovering the root cause of an engine
problem, but it didn't overwhelm me.  He kept track of stuff mostly by
computer...more so than Debra did.  He had a set of financial books and
checkbooks that he physically wrote in—some if was old school
accounting.  I appreciated him taking time to show me the other half
of the business.  Perhaps he was planting an idea in my head that one
day I might want to own a garage also.

I noticed that none of the other guys were remotely interested in the
business part of the garage.  They even hated having to occasionally
attend to customers inside if Isaac wasn't there.  I usually got along
with customers really well.  It was easy to schmooze.  I fantasized of
owning my own garage after leaving the office.

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Finally, at the end of the week, I got to see Dean's tattoo fully
exposed even though all the peeling wasn't complete.  We'd thought it
would heal faster, but after calling the tattoo shop, he was told all
was normal.  He was disappointed but relieved.  There was slight
scabbing around the dragon's talons.

When the bottom half of it healed, Dean called me over to take photos
of it.  I felt stupid for not noticing it before.  His feelings were
probably hurt because I'd never commented on it:  gripped in each of
the Dragon's claws was not just some kind of metal bars as I thought
before.  Each of the dragon's feet held the letter "D".

"D" for Dean..."D" for Dave.

To be continued.

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