Well, maybe in places where trendy people with money hang out and drink cappuccinos and talk about important things. I then picked her, carried her to the bed, and laid her down on the comforter. And my description of them after seeing more of them is still similar to the images I painted in my imagination during class and countless nights after. But I thought about the tattoo and her that night. She had her eyes closed and looked as if she was asleep. Someone walked up the steps to go inside of the church, but they did not seem to pay any attention to us. She placed her hands on my back, rubbing and massaging gently as I then licked the champagne from her left breast. Then, I went deeper inside of her, she moaned louder and with each moan I went a little deeper and faster, adjusting the pace and depth to her moans and sighs.
