Maxine/Fixer POV
After the workshop was set up the way I wanted it, I thanked the men and went to my room to shower.
I took my time, shaving my legs and armpits, thinking about what happened, and I was no longer upset, too much had happened to me over the years to stay upset, and I still had a long why to go, I no longer needed the club, as far as support went, I had gone through the hurt, and came out the other side, as long as I have Tank by my side, I can be like the other girls and just be a member, no longer the other burden. No more being a strong arm. Just Tank's ole lady.
While putting cream on my legs, I thought about my tattoo and decided to finish it now.
I set the mirrors up and started. I used the same design as I had with Tank, but the only part missing was the club logo
