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“Idid?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Well, it looks like you’re the one with the tramp stamp, bitch,” I cackled, slapping my palm down on his tender chest. "Hard luck."
"That’s what you think," he grunted, shrugging me off, and then draping an arm over his face. "Check your ass."
"Huh?"
"Your ass," he mumbled, voice raspy and hoarse. "I'm on it."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah, I am," he replied, yawning. "If you're on my heart, then I'm on your ass."
"Oh, cop on," I growled, narrowing my eyes. “That’s not even funny.”
"You're mine now, Molloy," he mimicked my voice. "Hard luck."
Falling off the bed, I staggered over to the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and unceremoniously yanked my knickers down my legs.
"Oh my god," I screamed, eyes glued to the red inked heart on the right cheek of my ass with the nameJoeyin black ink inside it. "Your name is on my ass!"
"Like I said," he shot back with a yawn. "Looks like you’remybitch.”
"I'm on my period, you idiot!"
"How is you being on your period my fault?" His voice echoed out from under the pillow he'd draped over his face. "I'm not mother nature, Molloy."
"It'syourfault becauseyoushould have stopped me," I strangled out, gaping in absolute horror at the reflection of my red and weltered ass cheek. "Jesus Christ, I don’t know what's worse," I wailed, reaching around to rip the cling-film off. "The fact that I got a tattoo of my boyfriend's name on my ass like some slut, or the fact that I did it with atamponstring dangling between my legs!"
"Do you have any painkillers?" was his loving and supportive response. "My head's in pieces."
"Screw your headache!" I wailed, arms flailing. "How could you let this happen to me?" I shook my head and fought back a whimper. "Joe, my dad is going to kill me."
"Why?" he drawled, not one bit fazed by any of this, as he sprawled out and star fished the mattress. "Does Tony have a habit of checking the cheeks of your ass, Molloy?"
ROAD TRIP HOME
JULY 11TH 2004
JOEY
“You’re going the wrong way.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Do you want to drive?”
“No.”
“Thenshut up!”
She gasped in a loud breath. “I’m offended!”
I shrugged.
