Ten years ago a man I worked for took me for a lover. In a moment of weakness I let him tattoo his name on my backside, above the bikini line, first name and last name. I also let him tattoo his initials on my chest, right about the bra line.
If it wasn’t for that I am sure I would have moved on, he is older and married and I’m stuck. Too many people have seen my tattoos and know who I belong to.
