Taking Flight: Book One

Tamenji saw him looking at her legs. Her right thigh with her tattoo. She rubbed her palm over it, nervously. “Why’d you get that?” “You have one right there,” she pointed to his upper arm where he also had the ink lines of an intricate, geometric pattern. “No, not why get a tattoo. Why that design?” “Oh sorry. Usually people are so judgy about them. My design? A bird in flight. My graduation present to myself. New phase of life, that kind of stuff. “Nice. It’s sexy.” She turned her face away. “Sorry, I embarrassed you.” “It’s okay. No-one’s said that before.” She finally brought herself to lo...