"So what are you thinking of getting, Kitten?" he asked. He was beginning to run his hands over my body to distract me again. Which was working, but I had a plan.

"I'm not sure," I said. "What do you think?"

"You could get a tramp stamp," he said, running his hands along the back of my hips. "Always good for annoying mothers. Or a belly button piercing and you could start wearing more cut-off shirts."

"I could get a tongue piercing," I said. "Suppose to be good for blowjobs."

"Not very little," he said. Which was true. Also...ow. "You could get a kitten tattooed somewhere. Maybe your shoulder."

"What...