Tolsty
Well, he cheated.
Mr. Hobbs went on and sought another lady to satisfy him.He got away with it for a while but his wife was to find out. She had connections to smart lads who were the bringers of bad news but she was glad they were more of a man than her man.
Her name was Daisy McCoy, the mistress, a redhead who successfully took her husband for many a ride.Mr. Hobbs thought he covered his tracks well but when he got home just before the crack of dawn and his darling wife was there at the kitchen table with the evidence in her hands, he knew the jig was up.At first, he pled then blamed her for her lack of skills then rationalized his decision.
Mrs. Hobbs wasn’t having it and told him to shut it. He became silent and asked what she was going to do, leave him? She shook her head,”No, that’s too easy. She is going to live with us”
Mr. Hobbs became confident,”I knew you would come around and see things my way”
His wife grew a big grin, his pride soon turned to fear,”That’s not all, isn’t it”
”No”
Daisy moved in within the next week, out of her parents’ house and into her doom’s.Mrs. Hobbs was cordial but her husband knew what she had planned and could do nothing but play the part he was given.It was torture for him.
His wife made Daisy comfortable and pampered her to lower her defenses. She became a sister to this adulteress and made some genuinely good memories with her. Daisy even forgot about Mr. Hobbs and his wife became her favorite.
When she was good and high on blis, Mrs. Hobbs enacted her plan. She told the rake that she made her a hair appointment to give her a fresh hairstyle and the man-stealer was ever so eager to have her hair done.They went to what the hoe thought was a hair salon. But when Mrs. Hobbs drove into the parking lot of a barbershop, she grew suspicious.
But still, Daisy fell for her sister’s words and followed her into the female-specific barbershop. Mrs. Hobbs didn’t lie to Daisy, the establishment had a female barber but only one but three chairs. This was a reservation.
”Ah, Mrs. Hobbs. My good friend”,the barber lady kissed the woman like the French.
”Hello, Abigail”,the Mrs replied to the greetings,”This is Daisy, my sister”
Daisy blushed at the flattery.
”Now, why don’t you get her in the chair as I lock the door for privacy”,said Abigail,”I’ll be right with you”
The barber went to do as she said as the women chose a chair to get styled in. Daisy sat and felt at home even though this wasn’t what she preferred.Mrs. Hobbs spread a cape over her and tied it around her neck. Daisy looked at her sister in the mirror with a big smile on her face.
”Oh, you’ll look sooo good”,lulled Mrs. Hobbs
“Alrighty, we’re all set to go”,Abigail smiled, putting her hands on the redhead’s shoulders.
”Ok, I was thinking-“, started Daisy but she was cut off by Mrs. Hobbs who laughed.
”Oh, ho ho”, she smiled at Daisy sadistically, “You stole my man. I am choosing your haircut but don’t worry, you’ll look pretty when Abigail here is done”
Daisy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets,”I- no!”
She tried to get up out of the chair but Abigail forced her back down as the chair was pumped up.Daisy begged to be let go but Mrs. Hobbs ignored her pleas and addressed Abigail only.
”You know what I want done, correct?”
” I wouldn’t fail an order from you”,Abigail replied, turning to the woman in the chair, “She’ll be done in half a hour”
Mrs. Hobbs nodded as the barber got to work. She took a piece of the red hair from the crown and separated it from the rest of the tresses.With that done, Abigail grabbed her clippers and switched them on with no guard.
Daisy screamed as the device ran down the middle of her head, stripping away her foliage.Crown and sides were buzzed down to fine stubble. With such short hair, Mrs. Hobbs forced the adulteress to feel her own head.The sensation frightened the caped girl. She wanted it all to end but Abigail wasn’t done with her.
Taking a can of shaving cream, Abigail made sure Daisy’s head was covered before she scraped it off. She made no hair was left unshaven, except for the hair she sectioned off.Daisy’s eyes were red from tears and all she could do was sit and wait.
With the final section of hair, Abigail sprayed it down with light water and cut much of it off. With it short, Abigail used hair gel to spike the hair. Daisy looked weird and felt ashamed.
Mrs. Hobbs turned the chair toward her and took Daisy by the chin.” I want your stuff out of my house when I get home”,she ordered.Daisy nodded and was released from the chair and cape. She ran to the door, struggled to get it unlocked, and when it opened, she ran crying from the building.
”Your man is next, eh”,said Abigail.
”I’ll bring him in next week”,Mrs. Hobbs replied.
”I’ll make the appointment”,smiled Abigail.
