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"Come in Sammy," I said, recovering myself quickly. "I'm just about to brew up. You fancy a cuppa? Er – Hannah's not here." I cursed the stupidity of my last remark. Of course Hannah wasn't here. She'd be at school for the next couple of hours. "I – er- had a free afternoon," said Sammy, "Study time, y'know? But I wasn't feeling up to it. My shoulder's aching." "Is it?" I asked, closing the door after her and noticing that she was removing her blazer very gingerly. I took the blazer and hung it up on a wall peg. "What's wrong with it?" "It's where I had the tattoo removed," winced Sammy, walking through to the kitchen as I motioned her to with my hand. "It's been over a week, but it still stings."
"Of course, the tattoo, yes," I said, dropping tea bags into two mugs then pouring boiling water onto them. "Did the hospital manage to remove it okay?" Sammy sat down at the kitchen table and unbuttoned her cuff, and began to roll her blouse sleeve up, pulling it as high as she could, trying to get expose her shoulder. I felt my groin hardening at the sight of her doing this, my mouth suddenly becoming very dry indeed.