Bet with the Barber

Jenna’s new job had transferred her to a small quiet suburban town for a year. She was rather glad about it, as she had also recently divorced and wanted some peace, away from the big city rush.

At 32 she was a rather pretty looking woman, with a slender body. Her main attraction was her long, dense, silky hair that always swayed behind her in a more than four-feet long & six-inch thick braid; and she absolutely loved the sensation of a long thick braid swinging behind her.

Within a few weeks itself, she had made good friendly relations with her co-workers & neighbors; and every Saturday, she would willingly look after her neighbor Michelle’s 7-year-old son Jerry. Michelle was a single mother who worked as a nurse and did an extra shift on Saturdays to earn some extra money.

Apart from this, due to Michell’s work schedule, Jenna would also take Jerry for a haircut to ‘Bob’s unisex saloon’ at least thrice a month.

Jenna was acquainted with Bob as well, since his shop was close to her office, and almost everyday on her way to work, she would find him standing outside the shop and they’d greet each other.

Although she found him to be a nice, friendly Jovial person; the only thing Jenna was uncomfortable with was that Bob wanted to chop off her long hair; and everytime she took Jerry there, he’d urge her to sit in the barber’s chair, allowing him to run his shears through her tresses; and even offered to do it for free.

Even though she would always firmly refuse Bob’s offer; she was blissfully unaware that Bob had a strong & cunning desire to have Jenna as her sex slave, chop off all her hair, and shave her head.

On one such occasion when Jenna took Jerry for a haircut; Michelle asked that Jerry be given a massage as well as he really enjoyed those. Jenna agreed and took Jerry to Bob’s.

She wore a casual white front buttoned top with leggings & flip-flops, and put her hair in a big thick, firm bun on the back of her head, held in place with a long wooden ‘Triple-prong hair-stick’.

It was almost 3 in the afternoon when they reached the shop. The saloon was empty as they walked in and saw that Bob was reading a newspaper. He got up and walked over to her with a smile.

“Been quite a while since I saw you last” he said looking at Jerry; but Jenna knew that the remark was meant for her.

“He needs a haircut & a massage” she stated firmly.

Bob smiled and replied “Sure…hop on” indicating to the barber’s chair.

Jenna meanwhile sat down on one of the waiting benches, which were aligned at a gap from the wall behind. She picked up a magazine and began browsing through it while Bob cleverly closed the door, changing the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ and pulled the blinds on all the windows.

Soon Bob was working on Jerry’s hair while constantly stealing glances at Jenna and her massive bun of thick, silky, long hair coiled up at the back of her head.

Suddenly, Bob picked up a rather long pair of sharp scissors and vigorously snapped them in the air, making Jenna look up with questioning eyes; “Open your hair Jenna” he said.

With an apprehensive look she replied “And why would I do so?”

“Cause you’re next I intend to chop off all your hair today, and I won’t let you leave till I’ve shaved you bald, so… let it all down.”

With a huge sarcastic smile Jenna replied, “Keep dreaming”.

“One day Jenna… one day I’ll chop off all that long hair of yours” he said. Jenna merely grinned and started reading again.

Jerry’s haircut was done and Bob called out to his assistant from another room to take Jerry inside for a massage. As soon as his assistant had taken Jerry to the massage-room; Bob walked over the shelf, that was on the wall behind Jenna’s bench on the pretext of taking something out of it. To his advantage Jenna didn’t notice him walking behind her.

A moment later he was standing right behind her while she was still engrossed in the magazine.

“Say Jenna” he said gently placing his hands on her shoulders “Jerry is going to take a while; so, I was just wondering, while you’re waiting, how about I do something interesting with your hair”.

Jenna calmly turned her face sideways to look at him and confidently replied “I think I made it clear….” but was cut-off mid-sentence “I wasn’t talking about cutting your hair”.

“Then?”

“How about a complimentary brushing?”

“You want to brush my hair?” she clarified rather sarcastically.

“Yes” he replied.

“And you thought I’d actually allow that?” came Jenna’s response in the form of a question.

“Oh come on now Jenna, don’t be so cynical” he said placing both his hands on her massive coil “I may joke around with you, but would never do anything without your consent… besides I find your hair really beautiful and have been longing to see it all down.”

Jenna was taken aback as placed his hands on her coil. She instantly tried to get up “I think I’ll ask Michelle to collect Jerry herself.” She had almost stood up, when Bob swiftly yet gently pressed her shoulders, making her sit back on the bench. For a moment Jenna was surprised as she sat back. The next instant she gasped as she felt Bob curling his grip on her coil.

“What are you doing, stop” she said in shock and desperately raised her hands to protect her hair. But Bob had already anticipated this and skillfully gripped both her wrists, setting them down swiftly as he said “trust me girl, you’ll love it” and smoothly removed the hair-stick, that was holding her hair intact in a coil.

The next moment, Jenna’s almost 52-inch long, luscious, thick, silky hair fell out behind the back of the chair like a silky curtain. And before she could react, Bob had gathered her hair in the semblance of a ponytail, gripping it firmly albeit firmly with his left hand; while pocketing her hair-stick with his right.

“I know you love the sensation of your long hair let loose and being brushed” he said, slightly tugging her hair, making her head tilt back a little. Jenna somehow felt helpless not knowing how to react, as Bob placed the brush at her right temple and gently drew it backwards through her hair.

“Now be a good girl and sit still” he said. Jenna felt like she was under his control as she sat down quietly and felt the gentle stroking that was really soothing. Bob on the other hand was amazed at the fineness of her hair as the brush smoothly sailed through her tresses without any tangles. He also noticed that Jenna had put down the magazine and was sitting with her hands clasped tightly, an indication that she was still not completely at ease.

Bob momentarily shifted all her hair into his left hand, pulled out his TV remote from his pocket and turned on the large television on the wall “Here, watch some TV. Is there a particular channel you’d like to watch?” he asked.

To Bob’s surprise she actually asked ‘Do you have ‘Star-sports’?

“Sure” he said switching to channel, which was broadcasting a live ‘Cricket-match’.

A minute later as Bob continued to brush her hair, he noticed that Jenna now was watching the match between S-Africa and W-Indies rather intently.

On a hunch, Bob decided to probe her interest “you like Cricket?”

“Of course, its one of my favorite sports” she replied.

“Really? Mine too” he said pausing the brushing while she turned her head a little towards him and said “Yeah right?”

“I am serious, why else would I subscribe to this channel” clarified Bob as he resumed brushing the long tail that was hanging from his fist. A few moments of awkward pause later, Bob had an epiphany, an idea that just might make his fantasies about Jenna come true.

“So, who do you think is going to win this match?” he asked.

“The Indies of-course, their team is undisputed” replied Jenna, her head bobbing gently from Bob’s stroking.

“You seem to know quite a lot about them”.

“Of course, Indies are my favorite team.”

“But what makes you so sure that Indies will win?” he asked as he brushed on.

“Cuz they are the best…Period.” Came Jenna’s reply.

With a grin Bob remarked “I can bet you the S-Africans will beat them to pulp”.

“Really, you wanna bet on it? don’t cry if you lose” she said.

Bob’s heart skipped a beat; but maintain a calm demeanor he kept brushing normally and said “Sure. No problem, tell me the stakes”.

With a glow in her eyes, she turned her head to face him, he paused the bushing without letting go of her hair as Jenna said “How about a thousand dollars?”

“Gambling on Money is so pathetic; how about something actually valuable?” replied Bob smartly.

“Ok…. Then if I win, I will take that” said Jenna, pointing to an old family heirloom painting at the farthest corner of the shop.

He looked at the painting and said “Do you even know what that is…. It’s an original Van Gogh, that belonged to my grandfather” he said resuming the gentle brushing.

Jenna replied teasingly “What are you scared of…. Afraid that your team won’t win?”

“All right, you got it…. How about me, what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?” she replied turning her head back towards the television. Those words were music to Bob’s ears; this was the perfect opportunity. He pretended to think, as she waited for his answer; then she felt him wind her hair around his wrist once, while maintaining his grip at the nape; he gently pulled her hair down, making her raise her head slightly, and said “I want your hair.”

“WHAT?” she instantly retorted, turning her face to him once again, while he still held on to her hair.

“If I win, I get to chop off all this long hair of yours,” said Bob.

“But you just told me, that you liked my hair and wouldn’t cut it” she responded in an agitated tone, with her hand going to the back of her head protectively. But before she could say any more, Bob placed his hand over hers, gently pushed her hand away and said “Let me explain please”.

He then clarified, as she sat in an awkward position tilting her head sideways with Bob gripping her hair with both hands this time “I agreed I won’t cut your hair without your consent…but I have every intention of chopping off these long silky tresses of yours the first chance I get; besides I’ve agreed to let you have something of extreme value of mine, therefore it is only fair that I should get something, that is equally valuable to you; you just said it yourself that if I win, I could get anything I wanted”.

 Her face went pale, as she realized what a careless mistake she had made “Sorry, I don’t gamble with my hair”.

Bob felt the opportunity slipping away, he had to convince her somehow, he resumed the tender brushing & said “There you go, deep inside you know your Indians won’t win, I knew you didn’t have any confidence in your team”

“I have full confidence in my team”.

“Then what are you scared of…. Afraid that your team won’t win?” he teased as he released her hair and passionately drew the brush right from top of her head, down the entire silky-smooth length, slightly pulling her head back, getting no response in return.

He understood, she was beginning to have second thoughts so instantly he came up with a solution.

In order to keep her distracted, he started under-brushing her hair. The soothing sensation of the brush sliding through her glorious locks was simply awesome Jenna was beginning to relax.

A minute later he said “Tell you what Jenna, I understand we are both waging for too much, how about we change the bet a little?’

She looked up with hopeful eyes as he continued “How about we do not bet on this match, but on the world cup itself”.

“Either one of us wins the bet, only if our respective teams win the world cup; that-ways none of us loses anything precious, in case our teams don’t even make it to the finals” he said as he continued to apply steady gentle strokes.

Jenna slowly tilted her head, contemplating his offer, while he began fashioning her hair into nice, thick, firm braid. She loved her long thick silky tresses, but Bob eagerly wanted to run a pair of sharp scissors through her glorious locks.

Finally, she spoke “Ok, It’s a deal”.

Bob smiled “Great, just give me one more minute” he said as he braided the remainder of her hair. Finally tying it with a small ribbon, he placed her immaculate 49-inch braid over her shoulder and said “A deal it is then”.

With one hand on the back of her head and the other admiring the neatness of the thick braid, Jenna actually gave a sober smile. Jerry too came out by now. Jenna took Jerry’s hand and paused before leaving. She looked at Bob and with a big smile & said “Thanks for braiding my hair, I like it”.

“Anytime” replied Bob with a gracious bow.

Just as Jenna took Jerry by the hand and turned to leave, Bob said “Jenna wait” making her turn around to look at him.

“I have a request” he said bringing a curious look on Jenna’s face, as he continued “Even if, I don’t get the chance to cut your hair, I would still like to groom it, if you would allow me to”.

With a mischievous smile she responded “I’ll think about it” and walked out with Jerry.

 

A whole month was what it would take for him to fulfill his fantasy. But it was only possible if both the teams faced off one another in the finals. Bob felt that even if he lost the bet, at least he would still get to groom her hair but he also had one more concern, “What if she backed out?” how would he remind her of the bet, if he won? He realized that he had to do something, to make her surrender to him.

It was an amazing coincidence that, of the four teams that entered the semi-finals, Bob & Jenna’s teams were among those. What was to follow were two semi-final matches and then the final match between the surviving team.

In the first semi-final, Jenna’s team had already qualified for the final match, and it was last semi-final between S-Africa & England. The team that won, would meet W-indies in the final showdown.

It was Friday evening the last semi-final match was about to begin. If Bob’s team won, they would meet Jenna’s team in the final showdown. Bob knew he had to remind Jenna of the bet somehow. Since afternoon he had been making preparations; not only did he have to remind her of the bet, but also ensure that she would watch the final with him in private.

Her shift was almost over, he knew, she would be walking past in a few minutes. He had set the bench to face the TV, flipped the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Close’ and waited for Jenna outside his shop, who eventually showed up confidently with a huge smile.

“Hey Jenna” he waived to her.

“Hey Bob”

 “Say do you have a minute?”

 “Sure, what is it?”

 “I am guessing that you have some big plans for the evening. You’re going out somewhere special tonight? Right?” he said.

“Actually no, why do you ask?”

 “Well, I meant that you have something important to take care of at home, or someone’s probably coming over right?”

Jenna crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow and said “What are you trying to get at Bob?”

“Nothing, it’s just a game, just tell me if I am right or wrong about what I asked?”

“Maintaining her posture she replied “No, no one is coming over tonight, and I don’t’ have any plans either?”

 “You mean you don’t have any pending office work to do either to take care of at home?”

“No Bob, now why are you asking such silly questions?” Jenna responded with a visible hint of irritation.

Bob smiled and said “Great, then you can spend the evening with me”.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, you remember our little wager?”

 “Oh yes, the one which you are about to lose, and I am about to get your family heirloom.”

“Well, it so happens, that today’s match will decide, whether our wager is still on or not. If my team loses today, then the bet is off.”

 “Oh yes, that’s right my team is already in the finals”.

“So, since you don’t have any plans for the evening, why don’t you step inside my shop, and we both watch the match together.”

Jenna seemed to be lost in thought for a while; “I promise no funny business, just the match… and some refreshments” assured Bob.

“I don’t know Bob…I” Jenna tried hard to think of an excuse, which Bob understood; but he did not want to let go off any opportunity to be alone with Jenna since he just might get lucky enough to get his hands in her hair.

So, to persuade her he offered “Tell you what Jen, in case my team loses today, even if our bet is off, I’ll still give you the painting.”

 Jenna thought over it for a moment then said “All right Bob, just remember your promise, you make one false move and the bet is off” she replied and they both walked inside.

It was a bench, for only two people to sit on; a small table was in its front and big flat screen TV mounted on the wall, in a room inside the shop.

Bob was having a hard time controlling his urges, seeing Jenna still in her white blouse & blue skirt. Her hair was still up in a massive bun, was showing signs of weakening, as if edging him to release it from its confines.

As she sat on the bench, he offered her some coffee & cake, which she graciously accepted. Bob sat down next to her and was a thorough gentleman; making all her qualms about him disappear.

They watched for a while, and Bob kept stealing glances at her; how she was pressing her neck after every few minutes; how much her bun was loosening and even how much she wanted to let her hair down. The last inning was underway when Bob suddenly got up, walked up to his drawer and took something out.

“What are you doing? She asked.

“I can tell you are exhausted, and I figured you could use some pampering”.

 “And what exactly do you mean by pampering?” she asked suspiciously.

“Pampering” he replied holding up a hairbrush.

Walking back and standing behind the bench he said “These matches tend to get boring, and I am concerned only with the end of this game, so I figured I’d help you ease your stress”.

The next instant Jenna gasped as she felt his hands digging into her bun, pulling out the bobby pins. She instantly covered her bun with both hands and said “Bob stop, you said no funny business”.

“And I meant it Jenna, please trust me, I am not going to cut your hair, besides, you loved it the last time” surprisingly, Jenna withdrew her hands, allowing him to pull her hair free. Her hair cascaded behind the back of the bench flowing in a long, thick, gentle wave all the way to the floor.

Jenna turned her head back to the TV as Bob gathered all of her hair in a makeshift ponytail at back of her head with his right hand, and began brushing it gently.

Within moments Jenna relaxed, the gentle stokes of the brush were really soothing, and even more so when he started under-brushing her hair. A few minutes later, he started stroking her scalp with herbal oil, smeared on his palms; making Jenna close her eyes and moan in pleasure. He continued for a while and then started brushing again.

Jenna felt him dividing her hair into two sections.

“What are you doing now?”

“You’ll know in a few minutes” he said as he pressed her shoulders. He made two ponytails just below her nape and then entwined both into a single thick rope plait.

“This will keep your hair intact and keep your head relaxed” he said as he took a picture of the style and showed it to her.

Jenna was impressed as she touched the back of her head and then pulled the braid over her shoulder to check. Not only was she glad to see all her hair intact, but the style also looked pretty. She was smiling as Bob came and sat down next to her, extending & resting his arm on top of the back of the bench behind her.

As the last ball was thrown, Jenna felt him place his hand on her braid at the nape; and much too Bob’s delight, his team won. Jenna was breathing heavily as he she felt him curling his grip on her braid as he said “You’re coming here again next Saturday”, to which she soberly nodded in affirmation.

Bob now just could not wait for the next week. The final match was between their respective teams, to be held at night. Come Saturday evening and Jenna reached Bob’s shop.

“I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show up” remarked Bob.

“It’s not over till it’s over” she replied confidently. She also noticed his eyes looking for something.

“Are you looking for this?” she said turning around to reveal the massive bun coiled up at the back of her head, held in place with two hair-sticks and number of ball pins.

“Thanks for accepting my request”.

Jenna acknowledged his remark with a smile & a shrug.

“Since this is the final match, how about we watch it on the big screen in my apartment?”

Though somewhat hesitant, Jenna agreed; and Bob led her to his Apartment on the first floor of the shop. Jenna wore a casual white shirt with a grey pencil skirt and shoes.

Upstairs in his small cozy living room was a huge 65 Inch TV mounted on the wall with a foldable floor sofa for two, laid out in front of it.

In front of the sofa was a large floor cushion to stretch one’s legs out. On either side were small wooden stools for refreshments.

They took their shoes off and sat closely next to each other with their legs stretched out. Jenna’s team batted first and scored excellently. It was going to be a tough match.

Even though Bob showed his interest in the game, his attention was on her hair.

The second half of the match was about to begin, by now they had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, as Bob placed his left arm around her shoulder, with the elbow resting on top of the back of the sofa.

“Might as well pay up, your team does not stand a chance” said Jenna.

Bob pretentiously grinned “So it would seem, and since I won’t get to fulfil my desire after all, can I request you to at least allow me to play with your tresses, one more time?” he said placing his left hand on her coil and indicating her with his right hand to sit in front of him between his legs.

A rather confident Jenna smiled and said “okay’, as she shifted her position and sat in front of him, with her back towards him.

The moment she settled down, she felt his both his hands on coil and understood what he was about to do, but turned her attention to the game, which had started again.

Bob was probing for hairpins & clips and removing one after the other slowly, while watching the game.

This was the perfect position now. Jenna sat quietly with her knees covered with her arms, while Bob gently probed her bun, slowly pulling out the pins one at a time. Her bun relaxed everytime a pin was eased out and the weight of it was falling in his hand.

Soon he had removed all the pins and gently pulled her hair out of its constraints, stroking it lovingly.

For the next one hour, Jenna enjoyed both, the game and the gentle massage of his fingers on her scalp and through her tresses. He would grip it at the nape, comb it with his fingers, roll it around his fist or part it in sections and gently tug her hair.

For Jenna all her fear had vanished for it had been a really long time since she felt anything like this.

It was late at night. The game by now had reached the climax. Only three more balls left to decide who would win. Jenna was now watching intently with Bob still holding her hair with one hand and finger combing it with the other.

Just before the last ball, the referee called a time out and the game cut to a commercial break.

Bob’s team need five runs to win. Jenna now knew she had won; she looked out the window and it was dark. She turned around to look at bob who was still playing with her hair. With an arrogant smile, she gently slapped both his hands away, releasing her precious locks from his grips.

She stood up and so did Bob. She picked up her purse that was kept aside, opened it and pulled out a visiting card. Bob still hadn’t given up hope yet. In his mind he was still thinking that even if Jenna won the bet, maybe he could somehow convince her to spend the night with him.

“Here” she said handing the card over to Bob “Have the painting sent to my place tomorrow”.

Bob took the card with a wry smile and said “As you wish; how about some coffee after the game?”

Jenna by now had started tidying up her hair; as she twisted her more than four feet long silken tresses back into a firm big bun on the back of her head without any hairpins or sticks, she answered “Some other time perhaps”.

 “Well at least stay till the last ball is done”.

“Of course,” she responded enthusiastically; by now having coiled up her hair perfectly and looking at the TV where the last ball was about to be thrown.

“I’d better call a cab”, she said taking her cell-phone from her bag and noticed it had no reception.

“Oh Great, now I need to reboot it” she said as she rebooted her phone without realising that the last ball had been thrown.

And as she waited for the cell-phone reception to resume the commentator on the TV roared “SIX”. With a sudden shock Jenna dropped her phone looking at the TV, realising she just lost the bet.

Both her hands covered her mouth, as she froze for a while and within that time, Bob had walked up to her. She gasped with fear as she felt him grip her bun with both hands with his fingers digging deep into the coil.

Jenna stood frozen with shock, even as her head rocked with Bob pulling her coil rather briskly with both hands. A moment later her sexy, thick four feet long curtain of silky hair once again came tumbling down.

Bob ran both his fists through the entire length of her hair a few times and then with his right hand gripped her hair tightly from the ends and began winding it around his fist and wrist.

He had reached half-way through the length, when Jenna finally looked at him in despair. The fear in her eyes was prominent as she saw her hair rolled around his hand, standing behind her with a cunning smile and a greedy look in his eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight” he said pulling her head closer to his by her hair, making her surrender herself to him. He placed his lips on hers and now she was all his to play with.

He unwound her hair, as he continued his kissing and began unfastening her top. Jenna tried to stop him, but felt helpless as his kissing became more intense. A few moments later, Jenna’s Top & Skirt fell to the floor.

Finally, after a long-wet kiss, he released her. Jenna was gasping for breath as he held her wrist and pulled her to couch, where they both got on to their knees. Jenna watched quietly as he took off her bra, he then pushed her back, making her lie down and pulled away her panties, flinging them away to join the rest of the pile of her clothes.

Few moments later, a naked Bob was laying on top of Jenna, with his hands in her hair, lips on her lips and cock in her vagina. Jenna shrieked loudly with every powerful thrust, as Bob forced himself into her vigorously. When he finally climaxed, Jenna fell almost unconscious.

After resting a while, he sat her up. “Why don’t you go and freshen up in the washroom, and we’ll finish the bet”. She simply nodded and went to the washroom. A few minutes later when she returned, she saw Bob sitting naked with a gift box and asked about it.

“It’s a gift, to myself…. Just in case I won the bet” he said making her look up at him with even more curiosity.

He opened the ribboned gift box and Jenna was shocked to see him pull out a pair of big, sharp, black, stainless steel, office shears in it.

“I’ve always fantasised about shearing off your hair with this” he said, holding them up, removing the ribbon and snapping them in the air.

With a sad expression she asked “Where do you want me?”

“Right where we started” he said pointing to their love sofa.

They resumed the positions they were sitting in at during the game when Bob was playing with her hair. She sat on the floor-cushion once again with her knees up and arms wrapped around them.

Only this time, Bob got on his knees to gain some height. He began by first sensuously brushing and playing with her glorious mane; Jenna’s head bobbed with his hair-play but she sat silently with her eyes closed. He placed a small table next to her containing a tray on which he kept the ribboned box. Little did Jenna know that the box contained more than just, the scissors.

Now he carefully began gathering all her hair tight at the nape of her neck. With all her hair gripped tight in his left hand, he kept running his right hand all over her head, just to ensure that not even a single strand was out of place.

Finally gripping all her hair at the nape in his left fist, he wound it around his hand once, leaving just an inch of space between her crown and his fist, where he would start cutting.  He picked up the scissors in his right hand and snapped them in the air “Ready to pay up?”

“Bob wait, just a minute please” she requested, turning her face towards him, with her hands going to the back of her head to protect her precious tresses.

He looked at her questioningly as she asked fearfully “How much are you going to cut?”

With a greedy smile he answered, “All of it”.

Jenna gasped with fear “What do you mean by all of it?”

“You’ll find out soon enough” he said giving the ponytail a tug as an indication to turn around as he was getting eager to chop her hair off.

“Bob can you just please… not cut off the entire length…I mean….” Jenna tried to plead on the verge of bursting into tears, but Bob was losing his patience.

He interrupted her by pushing her hand away “enough talk Jenna, now turn around” and saying so he pulled her hair making her turn her face away. Next, he pushed her head down with his scissor hand, so that her chin touched her chest.

“SHACKK” came the noise as he opened the scissors placed the hungry blades around her hair at the nape, with Jenna lowering her face, covering it with both hands as she burst into tears.

“Ssccccrrruuunch” “Ssccccrrruuunch” “Ssccccrrruuunch” came the noise as he steadily pumped the scissors. Jenna wept bitterly, while Bob was getting excited seeing the thick silky strands getting severed as the blades chewed on. He kept scrunching through her thick locks which were putting up a good fight until the final noise of “Sschhhnnnniiikkk” released the 4 feet long ponytail in his hand.

Jenna choked a sob as she felt the remaining choppy hair of uneven lengths, caress her cheeks.

He picked up a small chord from the gift box, tied the hair with it and placed the ponytail aside. Next, he took out a battery powered clipper from the box. Jenna began crying bitterly as she heard the clippers come to life. With highly skilled hands he kept moving her head in different directions running the clippers in different parts of her head.

Finally, when he was done; he put the clippers down, moved her face sideways, admiring his handiwork, smiled and said “Ready to meet the new you?”

Jenna had stopped weeping and nodded soberly as he stood her up and walked her to a nearby mirror. An expression of shock covered her face, but she managed to retain her composure. What was more than 52 inches of lush, thick, silky black curtain of hair an hour ago had been reduced to a mere stubble.

“Told you I’d chop off your long hair one day” he said.

Jenna smiled back and said “You win”.

Once again taking her into his embrace he said “You know this doesn’t have to be a complete loss for you; if you join me in the bed, you can take the painting with you in the morning”.

Jenna managed to give a smile through her tear stroked face and soberly remarked “like I said, you win” and placed her lips on to his; while he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom for some more fun.