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right there. Personal perceived perfection ,” he chuckled.
    “Fuck you. Just listen. You’re getting up and going to work, and doing your deal every day, say, just like me. And you fuck every chick you can. Hell, you even make it a point to try and fuck the ones that don’t want to fuck, just to see if you can. Fucking the chick at the gas station who works the register. Fucking the chick at the bar who works the late Tuesday shift. Fucking the meth head that wants a tattoo, but can’t save the money. Then, one day, you realize you’ve got a serious problem. So, you try and abstain. You know, go without sex or whatever. And then some hot as fuck bitch comes in for a tattoo. I mean normally I’d have been all over her, but for some reason I wasn’t,” I paused and turned to face him.
    “And the reason is that she’s different. She’s actually like the answer to my problems. She’s like an AA meeting for a drunk, only in human form. Being around her makes me not even want to think about other woman. So, she’s been put in front of me as a resource or a solution. And it was my recognizing her as being just that that has allowed me to make progress toward actually recovering. It’s like I don’t even have a problem anymore,” I said.
    “You’re fucking cured?” he coughed.
    “No, asshole, not cured. But not actively pursuing other women. It’s a huge step in the right direction,” I said.
    “Suppose so,” he agreed.
    “So, what did you tell her about yourself? Were you honest?” he asked.
    I glanced up from my drawer and nodded my head. “Yeah.”
    “Completely?” he asked.
    “Yeah, completely,” I responded.
    “Doubt that,” he said sarcastically.
    “Tell her you were a cop?” he asked.
    I nodded my head.
    He began to laugh hysterically. After what seemed to be an eternity of breathless laughter, he stumbled to the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out; no longer laughing, but coughing and trying to catch his breath.
    “What?” I asked, “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing. Dude, I’m happy for you. Keep doing what you’re doing. But one of these days, you’ll have to tell her everything, you know that, right?” he asked.
    “I will,” I said as I pushed the drawer closed.
    “No, I mean everything. And be truthful,” he said.
    I nodded my head again, “See? I’m not even getting upset. It doesn’t bother me that you’re saying that. Know why? Because I’m comfortable with everything. Don’t worry, as soon as I feel like I can trust her one hundred percent, I’ll tell her everything.”
    “Everything?” he asked.
    I nodded my head, “Everything.”
    The sound of the front buzzer caused me to shift my eyes away from Tyler and toward the door. A thirty-something year old MILF with big fake tits came through the door wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a wife beater. After swallowing heavily and craning my neck to see her feet, I was shocked and slightly worried that she had extremely thin toes. I quickly turned to face Tyler and winked.
    “I’ll get this one,” I said.
    He ran his finger through his thick hair and grinned.
    “Seriously? Did you see her toes?” he whispered.
    “Yeah,” I replied.
    “Dude, you’re a sucker for thin toes like that, leave her alone. Let me get her,” he said under his breath.
    I shook my head and took a step in her direction.
    “You’re serious?” he asked.
    “Yeah, to prove a point. Just watch,” I said as I turned her direction.
    “How can I help you?” I asked as I walked up to the counter that separated the shop from the waiting area.
    Now that I was standing directly in front of her, it was pretty obvious she was wearing no bra, nor did she need to. Whoever had performed her augmentation had shoved her tits so full of silicone that the defied the laws of physics and they stood straight up, one nipple directly in the center, and one slightly higher and to her right. As much as I didn’t care, my obsessive nature caused me