Chapter 37: Tattoo
A few days after the 'pool party', I was having breakfast in Malibu.
"Can we play Vampire Hunter, Francis?" Jake inquired while munching on his cereal.
"Sure, kiddo. After your classes, we can play for a bit," I agreed.
Manny wasn't into video games, so I only played when I visited Phil's house or on Thursdays with the kids from the group home (orphanage).
"Do you want to join too?" he asked the woman standing in the kitchen.
"Sorry, I don't know how to play," she responded.
Noticing her scanning the room, I questioned, "Looking for something, Cindy?"
"Do you know where your dad keeps the paper towels?" she wondered.
I pointed toward the upper shelf. "There, top right corner."
She reached up, but her shirt lifted slightly, revealing a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her butt.
Jake breathed out a quiet, "Whoa," his eyes glued to the scene.
I smirked and returned to my coffee, but soon Uncle Alan appeared too, wearing a goofy face and echoing the same, "Whoa," after spotting the tattoo.
"Hi, you must be Alan. I'm Cindy," she introduced herself while holding the paper towels, noticing him entering the kitchen.
Alan greeted her and then gave his son's shoulder a few pats. "Hey, Jake, it's time to get dressed."
Jake motioned for him to wait. "Hold on a second," he muttered. "Can you grab me a bowl from that shelf?" Said pointing to another upper cabinet.
Huh, the kid can use his brain when something interests him.
Alan patted him again, harder this time, exasperated. "Come on, let's move."
"So, how are things with the girls, Francis?" Cindy teased after Jake and Alan left the kitchen, probably remembering the three girls she'd seen that day.
"I'm dating one of them - the brunette who was by my side," I revealed with a grin. "And I could ask you the same question."
I was pretty sure Cindy was also into chicks.
She playfully tapped my shoulder but didn't comment further.
"Hi, Cindy, Francis," Charlie strode into the kitchen.
"Hello, Charlie," Cindy greeted warmly, and I nodded in return.
"How you doing?" she added.
"Not bad. How about you?"
"Pretty good." She kissed his cheek lightly. "Thanks again. I'll see you soon."
"Anytime," Charlie replied smoothly.
Alan, who had returned to the kitchen, raised a brow at the interaction. "'How you doing'? 'Thanks again'? Charlie, casual sex is one thing, but this is just lazy."
Charlie countered, "What are you talking about? I didn't sleep with her. She just surfs at the Point, uses my shower, and heads to work."
"So you're not sleeping with her?" Alan asked
Charlie groaned, "Jeez, Alan, I don't sleep with every buff surfer chick that uses my shower."
Alan snorted. "Yeah, I know some was with Francis before he started dating."
Charlie laughed and clinked his cup against mine.
"But I don't think you'll have much luck with Cindy, Dad. I have a feeling she's into girls too," I remarked.
"What?" He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "No!" Then paused, reconsidering. "No?"
"Alright, I'm heading out too. See you later," I murmured, grabbing my bag and heading off to UCLA for another meeting with the mathematicians.
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That afternoon, I returned to Malibu and was admiring the drawing my cousin had made. It was a sketch of Cindy's back and butt, with the butterfly tattoo on the right cheek.
"Kid's an artist," I chuckled softly.
Alan scoffed, "That's not funny, Francis," but changed the subject when Dad appeared,
"Hey. Where have you been?" he asked
"I just had lunch with my mother and my stalker," Charlie grumbled.
Rose is such a weird girl...
Alan picked up the drawing I'd left on the table. "Anyway, look, can we talk about this picture Jake drew?"
"What's to talk about? He's a boy. He saw a woman's ass. He liked it. Thank your lucky stars it wasn't the cable guy's ass, and move on" Charlie dismissed
Before Alan could continue, Jake appeared holding a magazine and asked him, "Hey, Dad. Where's Cancun?"
Alan gave a puzzled look but replied, "It's in Mexico. Why?"
"We should go there for Christmas instead of Aunt Betty's," Jake suggested.
"What are you reading, Jake?" Alan questioned, noticing the magazine in his hand.
"Sports Illustrated. But it's mostly ladies in bathing suits," Jake answered, already heading back toward his room.
"Wait," Uncle Alan stopped him. "It's perfectly natural for you to be interested in women's bodies, but it's important that you understand what they mean."
Charlie mocked, "Uhh, I want to hear this too."
"Okay, first of all, real women don't look like this." Alan pointed to a page filled with women. "These pictures have been retouched and airbrushed to make them look perfect, but they're really not," he explained.
"Excuse me, but I met that one - and she was perfect," Charlie remarked, pointing to one of the models.
"Yeah, and my girl looks a lot like this one," I added in agreement.
Alan glared at us before continuing, "What I'm trying to explain to Jake is that this is not what regular women look like."
"Then why don't they use regular women?" Jake asked.
"Because the only way regular women can sell magazines is door-to-door," Charlie quipped.
I told Jake, "If you want, you could become a doctor and make one of these yourself."
"That alone costs 10 grand," Charlie agreed.
Alan snapped at us, "Francis! Charlie!"
"What? You know a doctor like that makes around fifty to sixty percent of the total - five to six grand per surgery isn't bad," I argued.
I met Summer's dad, and he's one of those surgeons who make a fortune
Alan paused for a moment, thinking about what I'd said, but then turned back to teaching Jake. "Some women choose to make their breasts larger with what's called surgical implants."
"Why?" Jake wondered.
"They think bigger is better."
"I can see that," Jake replied innocently (or maybe not so innocently) looking at the magazine, making Charlie and me laugh, while Alan grew exasperated.
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