Crocodile tears

I was straddling the chair with half my butt exposed to Richard. It was a warm and quiet afternoon. All I could hear is the buzzing sound of the needle as I felt it going in and out of my flesh. Strangely, the sound and its accampanying pain was comforting to a point of delirium. And I say so because there wasn't anywhere in the world I would prefer to be at that moment.

I have re-read all the accolades and precautionary hygiene warnings on the wall ten times over. I stared out of the window in front of me where the top half of a large tree was in view. A thought crept into my head...

Me: Richard?
Richard: Mmm....*buzzz*
Me: How many girls have sat in this chair before?
Richard: As many girls as boys..
Me: Oh
Richard: *buzzz*
Me: Richard?
Richard: Mmm...*buzzz*
Me: How many people cried in this chair before?
Richard: Hmm.....a few
Me: Wailed?
Richard: Yea, sometimes
Me: Girls?
Richard: Not often. So what colour?
Me: Huh?
Richard: The wings. What colour do you want them to be?
Me: You choose
Richard: Okay
Me: No girl colours please
Richard: Pink?
Me: No. Way.
Richard: Red?
Me: Not in its entirety
Richard: Yellow?
Me: A sprinkling
Richard: Okay *buzzz*
Me: Richard?
Richard: Mmm...*buzzz*
Me: So, how long does the crying last?
Richard: Depends
Me: On?
Richard: How long as their boyfriends are around.
Me: (turn around) HUH??
Richard: (look up) What do you think?
Me: (looks down) Looks kinda bloody to me.
Richard: It'll clear
Me: So what do you mean about the boyfriend bit?
Richard: They only cry when their bf is around. When not, they read magazines or flirt with me.
Me: Oh...
Richard: Yeap. Girls.
Me: Who foots the bill afterwards?
Richard: HAH!
Me: I guess women's tears are a man's downfall..
Richard: You bet.
Me: So, what colour issit?
Richard: Turquoise.