62 I want to take care of you

Ford. 

''Tell me we are done,'' he cries as I squeeze his other hand for some form of comfort. 

His eyes are closed as Bill does the finishing touches of the tattoo. I lean forward, so I can get a view of it and it is perfect. Exactly what I envisaged. ''Perfect,'' I tell the artist and he grins, content with his masterpiece. 

''First time I see shit like this though. I should add it to my portfolio,'' he comments. 

I chuckle as lance opens his eyes in an attempt to sneak a peek ''No cheating,'' I warn him ''We have to see them together.''

He groans still a little tipsy. Bill walks away from us still smiling and I look at my boyfriend. I am over this outing and he seems to be too ''Do you want to go home?'' I ask him.