Tae/Computer Guru/C.G.'s P.O.V.
***************************************************
I was working on a piece for this chick that's been coming in to work on a sleeve for her right arm. She became a regular because she wanted to become a club sl.ut. Or an ol' lady. I'm not sure to be fu.cking honest. It rarely ever fu.cking matters. Chicks are all the same.
All but one.
The client in my chair was chatting away about... fu.ck, something. My mind was elsewhere. On Blythe. Like always these days. Or any day really. All these years and she's all I ever think about.
"Alright, you're all done for the day," I said as I took my gloves off.
"Uh, C.G.?" she asked.
"Yeah, you can make the next appointment with the guy at the front desk," I replied absentmindedly.
The chick giggled.
"No, uhm,
