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Doc.
    “He hasn’t called me yet,” Carrie
pouted, glancing at the clock. It was already late—going on ten—and she’d hoped
he’d be back in time to at least hang out with them for a while.
    “Emergency rotation is crazy.”
Wilson wadded up his napkin and sat back with a groan, patting his belly. “That
was so good. I’m stuffed.”
    “Hey, can I ask you something?”
    He raised his pierced eyebrow,
glancing at her. “Sure.”
    “What do you think of Daphne?”
    “Nice girl.” He closed his eyes,
sinking lower in the couch. “Cute. Why?”
    “Just wondering.” She couldn’t
help but wonder, after seeing them together. Daphne hadn’t answered her phone
that morning and she hadn’t had a chance to call her again to see if Wilson had
actually stayed a while at her place—or if she had gone to his. She found
herself thinking about them together, wondering if Daphne knew just what Wilson
had tattooed on his cock.
    He squirmed on the couch, making
a face. “Damn thing’s really starting to sting.”
    “Your tattoo?”
    “Yeah.” He sat up, pulling off
his shirt and looking over his shoulder. Carrie looked too, she could help it.
He was just as well-built as her husband—a little leaner, lankier, but still,
nice washboard abs and a broad chest. Daphne could do worse, she thought.
    “This is why I’m a fan of
temporary ones.” She leaned over to inspect the damage on his bicep. “No pain
at all.”
    “Want to do me a favor?” Wilson
reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a little packet. He tore it open with
his teeth and squirted something gel-like onto his bicep, starting to rub it
in. “Can you put some of this on my back? I can’t reach.”
    “Sure.” She spread the grease all
along his shoulder where the snake coiled, each scale a dark, almost glowing
green singed with black.
    Wilson hissed through his teeth,
glancing back at her.
    “Hurt?” She tried to do it more
lightly, although she found herself wanting to really massage it into his skin,
dig her fingers deep into his muscles. She smirked. “You must have had fun
after you got the tattoo on your cock.”
    “Unfortunately, I wasn’t dating
anyone at the time.” He laughed. “But I did have a bit of fun all by myself.”
    She grinned. “I bet.”
    “Thanks.” He pulled his shirt
slowly back on and they both got up to wash their hands.
    “What a waste of lubricant,”
Carrie remarked, soaping up.
    “I’ll say.” Wilson dried his
hands on the kitchen towel, glancing at her standing at the sink. “That tattoo
is so sexy peeking over your jeans like that.”
    She glanced behind, pushing her
bottom out, trying to see. “Is it?”
    “Doc’s gonna have fun all over
that thing, isn’t he?”
    She laughed. “I sure hope so.”
    As if on cue, the phone rang. She
grabbed it off the wall, sure it was him, and it was.
    “Another hour?” She sighed,
looking over at Wilson, still fiddling with the towel. “Yeah, he’s still here.
Do you want him to wait?”
    “I gotta get going anyway.”
Wilson tossed the towel onto the counter. “I’m on call tomorrow.”
    Carrie listened as Doc talked to
someone in the background. Then he said, “I love you, baby. I gotta run,” and
hung up.
    “Well I guess I’ll watch my I
Love Lucy video boxed set all by myself.”
    Wilson hesitated, his coat
half-on. “Do you want me to stay?”
    “No, it’s okay.” She smiled. “Doc
will be home soon.”
    “Well, thanks for dinner.” He
stopped at the door. “Tell Doc I said goodbye.”
    Carrie went over and put her arms
around him, giving him a hug. “Thanks for taking me home. And thanks for
talking me into a temporary tattoo. I think Doc’s really gonna like it.”
    “I’m sure he will.” He gave her a
lop-sided smile and then he was gone. She heard the engine of the Camaro start
up outside, a loud roar subsiding to a gentle purr.
    Carrie peeked out the blinds,
watching him pull away, and then, instead of putting in a VHS tape,