There was brightly patterned shirts and dresses in the window, a poster of Bob Marley on the door, and the fresh smell of weed wafting out of the propped open door. Her eyes seemed to be staring right at me, exploring my face for something. Desi sex Dropping their shirts, Amy continued. There was a small bell next to the register with a hand-carved wooden sign that said “Ring for Service.” I gave it a light tap and I heard a voice from the back yell out to me “Be right there, just finishing up a piercing.” A minute later a man came out from behind a multi-color bead curtain that hung in the back of the store. Next to that were a bunch rings and body piercing jewelry. And the story continues.
