RawDog33
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Tommy rolled his eyes at the ringing phone, and chuckled as Anna scampered away from him to answer it, ending their little moment prematurely. He was still quite hard, of course. He rolled away from her as she answered. It was clearly Adam. He smirked as he heard her lie about her whereabouts and activities, before swinging his legs off the side of the bed and standing up.
He pulled on his shorts and a tee shirt. He looked at his own phone, and saw a few new text messages there. “Well that’s interesting,” he said softly, just loud enough for Anna to hear, and left her there without saying another word, taking his vaporizer with him and heading down to his music and art room.
He didn’t bother with the guitars, though. Instead, he went to the corner, and pulled the cover off an adjustable chair. It was designed to lay back or sit up, with easily adjusted armrests, perfect for someone to sit in for a tattoo. He had dabbled in tattooing and piercing off and on for some time, and had all the necessary gear, but it had been a while since he had put any of it to use.
He looked at his phone again. There was a text message from Steve, the bass player in his band. Hey, I heard you were off work for a bit. Hope you’re getting better! I think I’m ready to get that ink we talked about!
He smirked again before texting back. Come on by
He pulled on his shorts and a tee shirt. He looked at his own phone, and saw a few new text messages there. “Well that’s interesting,” he said softly, just loud enough for Anna to hear, and left her there without saying another word, taking his vaporizer with him and heading down to his music and art room.
He didn’t bother with the guitars, though. Instead, he went to the corner, and pulled the cover off an adjustable chair. It was designed to lay back or sit up, with easily adjusted armrests, perfect for someone to sit in for a tattoo. He had dabbled in tattooing and piercing off and on for some time, and had all the necessary gear, but it had been a while since he had put any of it to use.
He looked at his phone again. There was a text message from Steve, the bass player in his band. Hey, I heard you were off work for a bit. Hope you’re getting better! I think I’m ready to get that ink we talked about!
He smirked again before texting back. Come on by
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