Marshall makes another humilating assumption

Marshall continued to tattoo Paige, working much deeper and more painfully than David had. The whole time he blathered, touching on subjects like his own greatness, how kids today didn't live up to his generation, and metal music. The whole time Paige was helplessly topless, her voice getting trampled over, and all while Megan watched in growing amusement.

When Marshall pushed particularly hard with the tattoo gun, Paige flinched and let out a little squeal of pain.

"Aw jeeze, was that too hard for you?" Marshall shook his head. "Kid's these days. Hey, you did get a note from your parents right?"

"W... what do you mean?" Paige asked.

"I mean anyone under 18 needs their parent's permission to get a tattoo."

Paige's eyes went as wide as saucers at this comment. At the same time Megan burst out giggling, catching another humiliation on Paige's part. He didn't just think she was a guy... he thought she was a kid who needed parental permssion to get a tattoo! This was extra humiliation. To some degree, it made sense. Paige was very slight for a male, and also totally hairless. But it was still utterly embarrassing to someone who prized maturity like Paige.

"I... I'm not..." Paige started to argue, but once more Marshall cut her off.

"Ah, I'm not worried about it." He said, starting the tattoo gun again. "I trust Dave. I hired him after all, he's got to know what he's doing. Now, be quiet and hold still while I work..."