‘Not a tattoo?!’ Panic flashed across her pale, sweet face.

‘Why would you imagine I’d bring you here for that?’

Images of gaudy flesh in foreboding black frames filled the deep red walls of the tattoo parlour.

Boo’s cow eyes pleaded with me for reassurance. Her nails ploughed four lines into my arm as the needle struck.

Boo beamed with pleasure when they presented the mirror, revealing the platinum ring gracing her clit.

Back at home, naked from the waist down, as usual, Boo’s nub blushed with sore pride.

It was over a month before I attached the tiny bell.