Cobalt: The First in the Trinity Series Novels
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“You know what—?” she told him standing up with her large protruding breasts pushing a confederate flag t-shirt out past the front of her ripped and faded tight curvy blue jeans. Her tattered and open toed black converse tennis shoes squeaked across the floor as she headed for a mirror. She raised her exposed left arm up to the mirror, eyeing it intently as she popped a red Skittle in her mouth from her front jean pocket. “—I’ll just do it myself thanks,” she told the biker calmly chewing hard on the Skittle.
A fiery glowing image began to appear on her upper arm; it was the Ouroboros. It was an ancient symbol of a serpent eating its own tail. It represented perpetual cyclic renewal of life and infinity. It was about four inches in diameter and hollow in the middle.
“How—how did you—what the fuck?” the biker was now shaking in horror backing up against a wall staring at her and the mirror.
In the center of the circle of the Ouroboros suddenly before their eyes, the letters COBALT suddenly appeared in a dark blue haze of fiery font inside the crimson colored ring. The beautiful girl put her wet lips to the newly formed tattoo with eyes closed and lightly traced each letter with the tip of her wet crimson tongue. “What do you think?”
“I think it looks fantastic!” A woman remarked who had just strutted into the shop wearing a red thong bikini and was now holding her by the arms and rubbing her shoulders playfully. She eyed the tattoo carefully in the mirror.
“Thank you Emily,” The girl replied in a soft voice setting her own hand down on Emily’s perfect unblemished hand and fingers. Dreama tilted her head back as the tips of their wet Crimson tongues touched ever so slightly.
THE END…?
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