With mild regret Mike stripped her tattoos off in his mind and looked at his new brother without her decorations.  He liked her tattoos very much; they were peculiarly her own, they set her apart and made her a self.  They seemed to him to give her a slightly Martian flavor, in that she did not have the bland sameness of most humans.  He had already memorized them all and had thought pleasantly of having himself tattooed all over, once be grokked what should be pictured.  The life of his father, water brother Jubal?  He would have to ponder it.  He would discuss it with Jill - and Jill might wish to be tattooed, too.  What designs would make Jill more beautifully Jill?  In the way in which perfume multiplied Jill's odor without changing it?