Excerpt from MARKED, a work in progress.
“I think it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Said Karl.
“You’re so cute.” Said Bads. “I hope my Dad thinks the same thing, he hasn’t seen it yet. I was a bit drunk, I think. I feel terrible today.”
As he rubbed oil into the slightly raised welts of the new tattoo Karl was more aroused than he had ever been in his life.
“Did it hurt?” Karl asked.
At that Bads turned to look at Karl and staring her right in the face was the large lump in his trousers.
Without thinking Bads started to laugh hysterically, she even pointed at his erection. Karl dropped the jar of oil and ran off. Bads, realizing how rude she’d been called out to Karl, trying to call him back, “It’s all right Karl it’s all right.” But it was too late.
Only two days after that Barbara Adams disappeared, it was Halloween. The local rumor was that she had run away with one of her many boyfriends but Barbara or Bads was never seen again.