Nicole Dykes

I don’t want to have to work so damn hard for so little. That’s all anyone in this town does. It’s their only option. And I feel like a selfish prick for wanting out most of the time, but not one of them can tell me they wouldn’t jump at the chance to get out of here if they could.

They say everything happens for a reason. That you’re never given more than you can handle. To trust the process. Well, I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but disrespectfully, they can go fuck themselves.
Without lube.

“I could never sit for one tattoo, let alone do all this,” I said, running my hands over his wet skin. “You know I get queasy at the sight of blood.”
“Like the time I fell off my skateboard and cut my leg open?” He grinned darkly.
I groaned. “Why did you have to bring that up?”
“Because I was the one bleeding all over the driveway and yet you were the one who got to ride in the ambulance!”