When Alison got the tattoo on her right buttock she was terrified her parents would find out. The tattoo was of a snarling snake crawling in and out of a skull. It was to let her ex-boyfriend know what she thought about him. How he would find out is anyone’s guess.
Alison’s parents had absolutely forbidden her to get a tattoo – “You can get a tattoo when you turn eighteen, but at present being only fourteen is too young to know what you want permanently on your arms.” But fourteen year old Alison took things into her own hands and got her buttock tattooed where no one could see – well not her parents anyway.
It was quite fun for a week at school, sharing with her friends and giving friends a peek. Rather quickly the admiration wore off.
When she turned eighteen Alison paid the earth to get the tattoo removed.
Melissa had a pet python. It was huge. Of course, she was unmarried. The snake kept all men at a distance.
At night Melissa would snuggle up in bed with the pet python wrapped around her. On a warm night the snake would sleep on the floor.
“It curls around me for warmth,” said Melissa. “It’s not going to swallow me!”
Melissa pooh-poohed the idea that it could devour her. “Pooh-pooh,” said Melissa.
“It will kill you one day,” warned Melissa’s mother.
“Pooh-pooh,” said Melissa.
One night Melissa got up in the dark to go the bathroom. She tripped on the python curled up asleep in the corridor. She broke her neck. In the morning there wasn’t much to clean up. Just a pair of slippers.