Trevor began mapping out the basic design on my husband's body using a maroon felt tip marker. As he stood there, Charlie, who had had to change into my thong to make it easier for Trevor, was rigid, smile gone. I am quite sure that he was having an out of body experience. Here he was, in the throws of a major tattoo undertaking, being photographed wearing his wife's underwear infront of, pretty much, a stranger. Trevor, possibly sensing Charlie's anxiety, made a light joke about the color of the thong matching the color of the marker. Charlie seemed to relax a bit after that.

JULY 13, 2001

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