Part 7

After an hour and a half we returned home. Santa went straight to the bathroom. I had totally forgotten about his new tattoo and suddenly became really curious. I followed him.

"What about your tattoo, Tata?" I asked.

"Oh, right. Let me show you. Help me undress. I have second skin on it, so you won't see it clearly, but I have a picture," he said with a smile.

He was standing naked in front of me only a plaster on his arm and fresh ink on his skin. I squatted down to see a tattoo on his lower abdomen stretching from one hip bone to the other. Long word written in beautiful letters looked like an ingrown belt on his skin. The word read "Tanabelt."

"Tata, oh fuck," I said, surprised. "You're even crazier than me," I added.

"I know, but that's why you love me," he reminded me.

"Do you like it?" he asked, then added, "Just like the fans call you, because your hands are always around my waist. My personal Tanabelt."

"It's perfect. Can't wait for it to heal properly so I can kiss every part of that tattoo you got for me. Now show me the pictures."