his eyes open wide , as he lifts his head . you know how things build up inside a person ? they were all born in the mind of the author . the entire room stretched out to the length of the house . me kissing that filthy tattoo is something i sincerely never again want to remember . he liked men , of course , and that took some getting used to . i studied him , wanting to be annoyed at his interference , but i just could n't . 