Stories of an exceptional tattoo parlor named "Circus Freak" in Blood Valley had spread all the way to Boca Raton. While Autumn was visiting, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to get some fresh ink (much to the chagrin of her mother). She went to the shop one night with the only person brave enough to take her... AUTUMN: So... Where did you learn to do tattoos? RUSTY: Same place as most people, I suppose: in prison. AUTUMN: [shudder] RUSTY: Stand still, you idiot! The Grim Reaper is a very intricate tat, and you probably don't want him all wavy! AUTUMN: G-Grim Reaper!? That's not what I asked for!! RUSTY: Ha ha! Boy are you gullible! I might should ink "KICK ME" on your back while I'm at it! Moron. AUTUMN: [whimper] MISS STRONG: Don't torment her, dear. She may be a naive little girl, but she has come quite a distance just to experience your artistry. RUSTY: Really? I'm getting known outside this cesspool? MISS STRONG: Indeed you are. Autumn here knows quite a few people, too. I'm sure if her experience here is a good one, you may have several new customers. RUSTY: Yeah... I like the sound of that... MISS STRONG: Excluding my great-granddaughter, of course. RUSTY: O-Of course, Mistress. Wouldn't dream of it. [Glances at his gnarled left hand] Listen, kid, I swear you'll love the tat, or double your money back, eh? AUTUMN: Okay... MISS STRONG: Excellent. Carry on, then. AUTUMN [thinking]: She's got him totally cowed... What's with this lady anyway? THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: Beware of tattoo artists named "Rusty." ---- Of course, Autumn is not a "little girl," she is eighteen (18). Many thanks to Stegy for the feature-packed and FREE tattoo set!!