The following week, Emily went into the local tattoo parlour to get her first tattoo. Unfortunately, for Murphy, there was only one artist…and it was a male.

'Hello,' said artist, 'what would you like done today?'

'I this on my left breast,' said Emily, handing the artist the sketch she made.

The artist looked at the sketch. The tattoo is a heart with a gun going through it with the name MURPHY written in cursive inside the heart.

'I'll draw this up for you,' said the artist, 'by the way, I'm Wade.'

'Emily,' said Emily, shaking Wade's hand. Wade was tall and muscular. He had a thick British accent and blue eyes. Murphy glared at Wade.

'You can have a seat,' said Wade, 'I'll set things up.'

Emily smiled and sat down next to Murphy. Murphy's eyes were full of fire.

'What is your deal?' whispered Emily.

'I don't like the idea of another man, tattoo artist or not, touching yer fuckin' tits,' hissed Murphy, 'these tits are mine. If he gropes ya, I'll break his fuckin' neck.'

'Behave, Murphy Noah,' hissed Emily.

Murphy glared as Wade came back out.

'It's ready,' he said, 'come on back.'

Emily followed Wade into his station, followed by Murphy. Emily wore a low-cut black corset to show her breasts better for the tattoo.

Wade carefully placed the stencil on Emily's breast and peeled it off. Murphy continued to glare.

Wade handed me a mirror. I gasped when I saw the stencil.

'You like it?' asked Wade.

'I love it!' said Emily.

'Alright,' said Wade, 'let's get started.'

Emily held Murphy's hand as Wade slowly began to trace the outline of her tattoo.

'So what's the story behind this tattoo?' asked Wade.

Emily looked over at Murphy. She told the story.

'This man saved me,' she said, 'he saved me from Giovanni Guadagnino.'

'The Italian mob dude?' asked Wade.

'Yes,' I said, smiling at Murphy, 'my sister and I would've been dead if he and his brother didn't come and save us. I owe my life to him.'

Murphy smiled and squeezed my hand. Wade continued with my tattoo.

Murphy watched Wade intently. Wade's face got closer and closer to my breast. Murphy growled.

'Murphy,' I whispered.

Finally, after the heart and gun were filled in, Wade was finished. He took a photo before bandaging the tattoo. He grinned.

'You have really juicy tits,' he purred, 'can I touch them?'

Before Emily could even speak, Murphy grabbed the gun from Wade. Wade put his hands up.

'Listen here,' he growled, 'I'll pierce your fuckin' eye out with this fuckin' tattoo gun! Hands off that tit, fuck-bag!'

Wade backed into the table. He looked scared. I quickly paid him $100 and ran taking Murphy with me.

'Murphy!' cried Emily, 'what was that?'

'That fucker's lucky I didn't take that tattoo gun to his fuckin' eye,' snarled Murphy, 'he was gonna fuckin' rape ya.'

I held Murphy, whispering to him in French. Then it hit me.

'Ow,' I whimpered.

'Oh,' laughed Murphy, 'yer tattoo.'

'I'll have to keep the bandage on until tomorrow,' said Emily, 'I have tattoo gel at home.'

'I know yer never comin' here again,' said Murphy, 'from now on if ya want yer other tit tattooed or even yer pussy, yer getting a girl to do it.'

'I'm with you on that one,' said Emily.

After Emily grabbed the appropriate care kit for her tattoo, she returned home with Murphy. Rebecca and Connor were in the kitchen.

'Emily!' said Rebecca, 'how'd it go?'

'Fuckin' tattoo artist is a fuckin' pervert!' spat Murphy, 'fuckin' ass had the nerve to ask to squeeze her fuckin' tits right in front of me!'

'What the fuck?' said Rebecca.

'I fuckin' snapped on him,' said Murphy, 'threatened to take his eye out with his fuckin' tattoo gun.'

Emily's cheeks went pink. She didn't speak.

'Let's see a photo,' said Connor, 'I wanna see this tattoo.'

Emily grabbed her phone and showed Connor the picture. Connor murmured.

'Nice detailing',' he said, 'shame about the artist bein' a dirty pervert.'

'Like I said,' said Murphy, 'fuckin' lucky.'

'I want a tattoo like this,' said Rebecca, 'only it'll say Connor.'

'And it'll be a rope instead of a gun,' said Connor.

'You and your fuckin' bondage…' muttered Murphy.

Everyone laughed.