Tattoo or Not to Tattoo

The City of Cocoa is having a debate on whether to allow another tattoo parlor within its city limits. Eighteen thousand people live there and the town boasts five parlors. You do the math.
Richard's new pastime is shopping. It's a little difficult for me, since we are unemployed. I cringe every time the credit card comes out. He's been hanging out at Pier One and Ross and one day I went with him. Now I know why he's hanging out in these places.
"Wow!" he said to the young girl behind the counter. "Look at that great tattoo."
Immediately she held out her arm so he could examine it more closely.
"Do you have any with color on them?" He should have been an actor. The girl believes he's truly interested in her tattoo. She pulls the neck of her blouse open so that he can peek at one on her chest.
I've never understood the attraction to having a tattoo but that Richard, in the blink of an eye, can get a person to practically bare all to show him is a mystery.
"That's nice. Do you have any more?" She blushes. She won't reveal where thank goodness.
The clerk grinned from ear to ear. They get a whole conversation going about tattoo artists, how much it hurts, how much it costs, what she's planning when she can save up some more money.
Now there are many well documented stories of Richard as an unruly child. He enlisted in the Navy as a teenager. Before he shipped out, his father reportedly grabbed him by the ear and twisted; hard. He put the fear of God into his son that if he came home with a tattoo, he'd be disowned. Obviously it worked. Richard has not a single mark and for a 17 year old in the Navy, in the sixties, that's remarkable.
Does he have a fascination with tattoos? Probably not.
Does he like having conversations with attractive young women? Probably yes.
Does he think Cocoa should have another tattoo parlor? Sure! The more the merrier.