Well, Beaker sees them, and he freaks out. He�s like, �Brown hair� little dress� STARS ON HER SHOES� Jamie! These are tattoos of YOU!�
�Yeah, but my gut isn�t QUITE that big.�
�Well, of course.�
We�re at his house, and after this conversation, I turn back to the table and whatever I was doing. A few minutes later, I can hear Beaker clearing his throat in that �pay-attention-to-me� tone.
When I turned around, I faced a bottomless Beaker, with a Bitch tattoo firmly affixed to a single, pert, white buttock. He was grinning at me over his left shoulder.
I don�t think I have to worry about him not thinking about me while I�m at Fantasy Fest in Key West this weekend.