“Why Paradise?” He asks, pointing to my chest. I tell him it’s to contrast the good with the bad,
“The snake had to come from somewhere” I say, as I put my hand on my hip and shift to expose the serpent tattoo down my side.
“Uh-huh... And the scorpion, did that escape from paradise too?”
“Not really” I touch the small tattoo on my ribs, “I just think they are cute.”
He sucks some air past his teeth, “That’s deep,” He says, smirking with a raised eyebrow, “so you religious then?” His eyes are on my arm.
I tell him it’s not a religious symbol. It’s a NOYFB symbol.
“NOYFB?”
“None of your fucking business.” It’s my turn to smirk. He lunges forward, suddenly, grabbing my arm. But his othe...