Unclaimed by S. Brent

there was nothing anyone could do about it at the moment.
    I hadn’t told Maggie or Skyla about my unprotected sex.
    I stood up when I saw a pale blue Pilot whip through the light, Putty Tang.  Maggie screeched to a stop in the middle of the bus lane and I hopped in.  I barely had the door closed before she was pulling out.
    Maggie was belting along with the too loud boy band music, off key of course.  Totally into it.  “Every six seconds,” she sang.
    “What are you singing?” I asked as I turned it down.  The lyrics were horribly dirty.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  Maggie made everything fun.
    “O-Town,” she said as she turned and threw me her be st ridiculous, seductive look.  “The dirtiest boy band music ever,” she sang along with the beat.  “Come on get jiggy with me,” she ordered and started doing some ridiculous wiggling dance move. I joined right in.  What the hell?  It was fun.  Maggie loved life and knew how to enjoy it.  I was sure we looked like idiots.
    Even her car was fun.  She lovingly named it Putty Tang.  It sat eight people.  When people question why she needed such a big car she’d just hollered, “Don’t question Putty Tang!”  No one ever did beyond that.  Her car was freakishly clean yet cluttered with knickknacks people had gotten her.  Her steering wheel had a fuzzy, hot, pink cover.  The driver seat had an ugly seat cover that looked like a skeleton, which was only topped by the even uglier rainbow zebra seat cover that I sat on.
    There was a little stuffed bear, a monkey, and neon yellow dice hanging from the rearview mirror.  The little ceramic cat was velcroed to the dash, which we all jokingly referred to as pussy and then there is her GPS that was always somewhere random.
    When the song ended .  She turned it down as we laughed.  It was fun I had to admit it.  She took a sip of her coffee.  “So you ready?” she asked while we flowed with traffic.
    “Yeah,” I said .  I was.  I was kind of nervous but excited.  I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
    “So when do I get to see this design?” I asked .  Maggie had been very hush, hush about it.  I was getting a little nervous that she was going to try to get it tattooed on my body without me seeing it.
    She eyed me and twisted her lips while she considered it.  “You can see it now,” she told me as she came to a light.  She let go of the wheel and turned to grab her art portfolio before tossing it at me.
    I flipped it open.  “It’s the third one, I think,” she said.  That was good because the first one was of a naked Greek looking statue.  I flipped to the third one.  It was a beautiful design of cherry blossoms.
    “This one?” I asked for confirmation before I embarrassed myself by gushing over something that wasn’t intended for me.
    She peaked over.  “Yep.”  I loved it.  Maggie knew me so well.  It was definitely me.
    “Do you approve?” she asked mockingly but smiling.  She knew I did.
    “Approved,” I said.
    “Oh thank God,” she called out as she let out a deep breath in an attempt to be over dramatic.
    Suddenly her GPS started talking.
    “Oh blessed Jesus,” she cried out, throwing her hands up in her over dramatic fashion.  “Find him!”  The GPS was frequently misplaced.  How it was even possible for someone to lose a GPS that was supposed to be attached to the dash is beyond me.
    I finally found it under the middle seat and managed to turn it off.  Well, I got it to stop directing us to some undisclosed location at least.  The GPS and I did not get along.  I always seemed to be fighting with the stupid thing.
     
    We lucked out and managed to find a spot directly in front of Dirty Ink.
    “Dirty Ink?” I asked .  It sounded like it could be dirty as in kinky or sexy, or dirty as in unhygienic.
    “Yes, Dirty Ink.  Home of the sexiest tattoo artists ever,” she told me as we climbed out of the car.  I was more concerned about