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awesome."
    "Awesome?"
    "Sure.  How many people do you think get that kind of wakeup call?  I mean, how many, even if they do get the call, actually answer the phone?"
    "Wow," I whispered, echoing her earlier word.
    "You bet your ass, wow," she said on a giggle and reached into her back pocket for her phone.  "So what have you got going for tomorrow?"
    And so it was that we exchanged phone numbers and made plans to meet up tomorrow along with her friend Marianne to go shopping.
    Made my appointment for my tattoo.  Check.
    Went to my first ever yoga class and wore new sassy, sexy clothes to it.  Check and check.
    Made a new friend.  Check.

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    I was early for my appointment at Human Hieroglyphix.  I sat in my car and ran my eyes over each and every letter in the neon sign.  I didn't want to forget this moment, ever. 
    This was a big step for me; a huge, earth-shaking step for me.
    I had dressed with care, wearing my new black yoga pants and a white button down shirt with a jean jacket I had found stuffed in the back of my coat closet. I had trouble with my shoes, though, and had ended up simply wearing a old battered pair of Keds. 
    On a whim, I had taken my long, long hair and put it high up on my crown and braided the length of it, making a thick braid that cascaded over my shoulder and laid over my breast. 
    I was going for casually chic, if I understood the term correctly from my magazine studies.
    Taking a big, deep breath I steeled myself before grabbing my bag and heading towards the front door.
    It may have been an award winner for years but it was in a questionable part of town. 
    There was Fuego's, one of the town's topless bars, on one side and I saw that Bewitchments, the town's only sex shop, located on the other side of the strip club.
    Nice, I thought beeping my locks.
    I could hear the music before I was even close to the door.
     I stopped to look before I went in to, what appeared to be, an upscale shop.  Clean with gorgeous pictures of tattoos in huge frames lining the walls.  There was a girl behind the counter, her hair a strange short cut that was white blonde with hot, bright pink tips dancing to some kind of pulsating, almost erotic music that was pouring loudly from hidden speakers.
    I opened the door and saw her turn towards me with a small guilty smile as she reached down and the volume of the music lowered.
    "Gotta just love Fiddy, right?" She said with a crack of her gum.
    I had absolutely no idea what she meant with that question but I recognized the voice, and the popping of the gum.
    "Crystal, right?"  I asked.
    She tilted her head as her eyes raked me up and down.
    "I'm Leila.  Dex's four o'clock?"  I prompted.
    "Oh, yeah.  Right."  She said dropping her eyes as she fiddled with some paperwork on the desktop sunk below my eyesight.
    "You need to fill out these three pages in full and sign here, here and here," she explained without raising her eyes.  "If I could just get your ID, I'll get a copy made."
    I dug my wallet out of my bag wondering what I'd done or said that caused her to close down between the 'Fiddy' and me saying her name.
    "Uhm, Crystal?  What's a 'Fiddy'?" I asked and watched her drag her eyes, her heavily mascaraed eyes to mine.  They were a beautiful navy blue and gorgeous in spite of the ridiculously clumped, eyelashes.
    "You're shittin' me," she whispered.
    "Uh, no, I'm really not."
    "Fiddy is Fifty Cent."  She enunciated very carefully.  At my blank look she continued.  "You know, that rapper guy?  Real name is Curtis somethin'-or-other."
    I shook my head and watched her tilt her head again in confusion.
    "You never heard of Fiddy?" she asked quietly, but incredulously.
    "Sorry, no," I replied equally as quiet handing her my ID and picking up the clipboard.
    "What about Pink?" she asked watching me fill in the questionnaire.
    "Who?" I asked raising my eyes back up to hers, guessing I was right to ask 'who' and not