She was at the tatoo parlor having his name

She was at the tatoo parlor having his name removed. It was how all her relationships ended & often the most painful part she thought sardonically. She was faithful to her tatooist

. "Now. Do want 'Tom' to be 'Tomorrow'?" he said prepping the ink. She looked at her shoulder: Tom Forever. She blew a strand of hair from her face."Yeah sure, whatever. Do it."

Even the most talented tattoo artist would have a hard time squeezing "morrow" after "Tom" without running into the F of "forever" but he did it. "Suri, do you want one too sweetie

pie?" I huddled in a corner, trying hard to be invisible but failed obviously. I wasn't gonna let that needle-happy creep have a chance at molesting my virgin skin. I spent most of

my allowance on pigment insurance. Once the Xenu calf tattoo was applied, I visited a dermatologist. "Hello, Miss," he said. "Our Pigment of the Day is albinoid. I also recommend

implanting this microchip behind your ear as I see that you are a true believer." He looked over both shoulders, winked & showed her a small chip with L Ron Hubbard's face on it.

The little girl pressed a hidden button on her frock to activate the endless "Battlefield Earth" loop in the mind of Mister Leery. Someday she'd date a guy with mucho slack ...

er skills and would tune in, turn on and drop out at 25 after reading Exo-Psychology. For now, the little girl tried to understand Mr. Leery's explanation of Larval Circuits, but

she was a little girl. And he was Mr. Leery. It was creepy. I mean, he was so old and leathery. She was a little girl. She went to his office hours. When she spoke he stare at her

skull tattoo,right between the eyes...such a lovelly little girl...So jaded!She showed him a smile,a scary smile and her teeth seemed so bright.Hypnotising,really.He saw nothing...