“Nice T-shirt,” I compliment. “You like AC/DC?” I raise the hem of the tee above her hips, exposing her black panties. The galaxy tattoo on her thigh is without a doubt my best work. Think it every time I see it. “I don’t listen to them a ton,” she admits, watching me with parted lips. “I didn’t know I had this shirt.” “That’s ‘cause it’s mine,”
