**Part 6**
I followed Judith into the house on shaky legs, still dripping from my orgasm a moment before, I focused on my new life goal as I stared in wonder at all the names on her back. Seventy-eight women’s names, probably over the course of two decades, maybe less. Her tattoo was a compendium of women just like me. She had chosen me. She wanted to add me to that beautiful tapestry. She wouldn’t have told me the significance of those names if she didn’t want to add me to it. I wanted to be a part of this gorgeous woman. To have a symbol of my life and all our experiences together to be etched onto her skin beneath Sweetie’s own unfinished chain. I would do anything to make it so. Anything.