Chapter Six
“Can you meet me?” Lana asks. She can barely hear him on her cell phone, though when he answers her question, her body jumps to life from its dormant exile.
“Where?”
This was what she wanted. “In the village. A tattoo parlor. I want you there—a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold.”
“You’re getting a tattoo?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“No, something else?” She leaves it for him to guess.
She’s wearing a blue skirt with yellow flowers—silk, filmy, with a skirt wide enough to twirl. It feels sexy and especially daring without panties, but she’s wearing panties today in deference to good hygiene. Her eyes twinkle when she meets him. She tosses her head and her curls fall against her shoulder. She’s using ‘scrunching gel’ to make them wild. What freedom! Just an hour ag
