When the cop stops her, Janine does her best to appear calm. Unworried.
She presses the button slowly so her driver’s side window slides open as if Janine has all the time in the world.
The policeman is big, burly, and surly.
“Crap,” Janine mutters.
Janine wills her hands to not shake as she pulls her wallet out of her purse and finds the fake ID. Continue reading
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As a tattoo artist, Jilly had met many “unusual” people, but this particular repeat customer was the most unique.
Jilly shivered as the tall lean woman floated through the parlor door and sank immediately into Jilly’s “design” chair.
“Hi!” Jilly greeted with a nervous wave of her hand. Usually blunt and confident, Jilly’s demeanor changed when this client appeared weekly.
Jilly began again: “This is your 13th appointment.” Continue reading