((After dessert))
Theresa sighed happily, stretched out on her stomach which was probably the first time Murphy'd had a good chance to see the tattoo on her back. The large Celtic knot was wound through with vines. The vines stretched across to her shoulders, up close to her neck, and twisted all the way down her spine almost to her waist. "Mild confession time," she said, "You're my first to get this far."