you are worthy of a
man who thinks that too. Don't sell yourself short, or put up with
that crap," Karlie told her vehemently and squeezed her shoulder
again.
Katie thought she heard her sister whisper
'I'm gonna kick his ass' under her breath and cringed. If she knew
the whole of it, she probably would, Katie thought.
Karlie smiled at her in the mirror and
lifted her chin, "Here's what we're gonna do..." She'd heard those
same words with that look from her sister so many times before,
Katie fought back the urge to run. The last time she'd heard them,
Wade Roberts had wound up with a smiley face on a certain body
part.
Thank god, her sister's idea didn't wind up
being so bad this time. Katie was sitting in Betty Lou's chair at
the Cut Up Corral in Bowie, getting her hair returned to its
original color. The woman tsked and scolded her yet again for
screwing up her 'beautiful red hair', as she slapped on the third
coat of 'sealer' to her hair, so when she put the red color on, it
wouldn't turn pink, or some other godawful color, she told her. Her
sister was sitting in another stylist's chair getting her hair cut
and straightened like Katie's.
Three and a half hours later, she looked up
at Karlie and smiled. "Thanks, sis...we're twins again."
"Yeah, except for that damned tattoo,"
Karlie huffed looking down at the tail poking over the waistband of
her shorts.
"We can fix that, you know...you can get one
just like it," Katie suggested with a laugh.
"Now, that's an idea," Karlie said with a
chuckle, then added, "Gabe would probably kill me."
"He can only kill you once," she said
lightly.
Karlie groaned and told her, "You're a bad
influence on me, I think we swapped personalities or
something."
The blood drained from Katie's face and she
dropped her chin to her chest. Yet another person who thought she
was a bad influence...and her sister to boot. "I was just kidding,"
she said sadly.
Karlie punched her in the shoulder and said,
"Hey, I was just kidding too, lighten up sis," then added with a
big mischievous grin, "C'mon let's go to the tattoo parlor in
Henrietta."
Shock surged through Katie and she looked up
at her sister and said frantically, "No! I'm not going to have Gabe
hating me too!"
"He's not gonna hate you, Katie...he'll
think it's hot, trust me," she assured her and grabbed her arm,
pulling her from the chair. "Let's go before I change my mind."
Karlie paid Betty Lou and thanked her, then
led Katie outside to the truck. An hour later, they were both
laying on a table in the tattoo parlor, sans their shorts and
underwear, draped so the artist could see Katie's tattoo and
replicate it on paper, then ink it on Karlie's hip.
Katie thought her sister looked nervous, and
gave her a reassuring smile. "It doesn't hurt too bad, sis...just
be grateful I didn't get the lips on my ass like I thought about,"
she told her with a chuckle, and Karlie groaned.
"I'd have to draw the line there,
darlin'..." she said watching the artist drawing the she-devil that
would soon be a permanent part of her body. "I have to say though,
she's kinda cute, and pretty appropriate for me."
"I thought about you when I was getting
it...I was in the 'channel my inner Karlie' phase of my make over,"
Katie told her then closed her eyes.
That phase hadn't worked out so well for
her...Karlie was one of a kind...and she was just a poor imitation.
How the hell could she think she would be able to be like that?
Katie really was the mild child in their twin set. She had finally
admitted that after the third box of Kleenex she'd cried into at
the cabin.
From now on, Katie was going to be herself,
she didn't need motorcycles, or tattoos, or blond hair, or car sex,
to prove that she wasn't boring. She was who she was, and if
someone didn't like it, screw 'em...including Tommy Tucker.
Karlie flinched as the tattoo artist started
outlining the tattoo on her skin, then
man who thinks that too. Don't sell yourself short, or put up with
that crap," Karlie told her vehemently and squeezed her shoulder
again.
Katie thought she heard her sister whisper
'I'm gonna kick his ass' under her breath and cringed. If she knew
the whole of it, she probably would, Katie thought.
Karlie smiled at her in the mirror and
lifted her chin, "Here's what we're gonna do..." She'd heard those
same words with that look from her sister so many times before,
Katie fought back the urge to run. The last time she'd heard them,
Wade Roberts had wound up with a smiley face on a certain body
part.
Thank god, her sister's idea didn't wind up
being so bad this time. Katie was sitting in Betty Lou's chair at
the Cut Up Corral in Bowie, getting her hair returned to its
original color. The woman tsked and scolded her yet again for
screwing up her 'beautiful red hair', as she slapped on the third
coat of 'sealer' to her hair, so when she put the red color on, it
wouldn't turn pink, or some other godawful color, she told her. Her
sister was sitting in another stylist's chair getting her hair cut
and straightened like Katie's.
Three and a half hours later, she looked up
at Karlie and smiled. "Thanks, sis...we're twins again."
"Yeah, except for that damned tattoo,"
Karlie huffed looking down at the tail poking over the waistband of
her shorts.
"We can fix that, you know...you can get one
just like it," Katie suggested with a laugh.
"Now, that's an idea," Karlie said with a
chuckle, then added, "Gabe would probably kill me."
"He can only kill you once," she said
lightly.
Karlie groaned and told her, "You're a bad
influence on me, I think we swapped personalities or
something."
The blood drained from Katie's face and she
dropped her chin to her chest. Yet another person who thought she
was a bad influence...and her sister to boot. "I was just kidding,"
she said sadly.
Karlie punched her in the shoulder and said,
"Hey, I was just kidding too, lighten up sis," then added with a
big mischievous grin, "C'mon let's go to the tattoo parlor in
Henrietta."
Shock surged through Katie and she looked up
at her sister and said frantically, "No! I'm not going to have Gabe
hating me too!"
"He's not gonna hate you, Katie...he'll
think it's hot, trust me," she assured her and grabbed her arm,
pulling her from the chair. "Let's go before I change my mind."
Karlie paid Betty Lou and thanked her, then
led Katie outside to the truck. An hour later, they were both
laying on a table in the tattoo parlor, sans their shorts and
underwear, draped so the artist could see Katie's tattoo and
replicate it on paper, then ink it on Karlie's hip.
Katie thought her sister looked nervous, and
gave her a reassuring smile. "It doesn't hurt too bad, sis...just
be grateful I didn't get the lips on my ass like I thought about,"
she told her with a chuckle, and Karlie groaned.
"I'd have to draw the line there,
darlin'..." she said watching the artist drawing the she-devil that
would soon be a permanent part of her body. "I have to say though,
she's kinda cute, and pretty appropriate for me."
"I thought about you when I was getting
it...I was in the 'channel my inner Karlie' phase of my make over,"
Katie told her then closed her eyes.
That phase hadn't worked out so well for
her...Karlie was one of a kind...and she was just a poor imitation.
How the hell could she think she would be able to be like that?
Katie really was the mild child in their twin set. She had finally
admitted that after the third box of Kleenex she'd cried into at
the cabin.
From now on, Katie was going to be herself,
she didn't need motorcycles, or tattoos, or blond hair, or car sex,
to prove that she wasn't boring. She was who she was, and if
someone didn't like it, screw 'em...including Tommy Tucker.
Karlie flinched as the tattoo artist started
outlining the tattoo on her skin, then
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