See you next SATURDAY — Part II

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See You Next Saturday – Part II
Copy right (c) August 2014 JimB

Over the next five months, every two weeks Cathy would go to the King Street Barber Shop and get her hair cut by Glenda, whom she now considered her barber as her other customers considered her.

Each visit she would walk in the shop, just like any other customer would, take her seat in a waiting chair.

When her turn came she would walk to the barber chair and sit in it.

Glenda would cape her, start up her clippers and began clipping her hair as she had been for the months before. She never asked her ‘if she wanted the same hair cut as of her last visit’, just started clipping and talking.

Never did she ask her why she wanted her hair cut so short, for a woman. Nor did she tell her, other than her first visit.

But, still Cathy, after walking out the barber shop with her hair clipped short and looking good, felt her needs for that one hair cut she had, so far, been putting off.

The haircut which guided her to the “King Street Barber Shop”.

By now her family and friends had grown use to seeing her with her hair cut so short.

For the first few months some would ask her ‘why she cut her hair so short’, of course she would just smile and tell them, “Don’t you cut your hair like you want it cut”!

This would draw many “Buts”, “Ahs”, and “Surely”.

Her thoughts were they should accept her for who she was, what she did, not for how she cut her hair.

Then, there were those whom she did not know, the ones she would pass while shopping, at the casino, the bank, even where she worked.

These were just “looks”, to which she would just smile when she noticed them. She sometime wondered if any of them, man or woman, ever thought of cutting their hair half as short as she was cutting her’s.

But, the thoughts of the one haircut she has wanted for years still roamed within her mind.

If she saw a man with his head shaved, she would wonder how she would look with her head shaved. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of a daydream, of her head being shaved, in a sweat.

Her body would shiver. Her throat would sometimes be dry for an hour.

Each time she shampooed her head she would think of it as spreading warm shaving lather over her head.

When she shaved other parts of her body, she would wonder about lathering her head and shaving it, too.

A few times she lathered her head just to feel the lather on her head.

But, that was not what she wanted.

She wanted her first head shaving to be done by a barber.

Some of her thoughts were of her asking Glenda if she would shave her head.

A few times a dream would be of her walking into the barbershop, sitting in the barber chair, and Glenda picking up the clippers and forgetting to put the number one attachment on until it was too late.

Glenda would have buzzed a strip up the back of Cathy’s head, from the hairline to the top before she noticed.

At seeing what happened Glenda would surprisingly, telling Cathy, “She was sorry for not noticing she did have the attachment on”.

She would smile to herself. Her body would grow warm.

Her mine would be telling her, “Now, you’re half way there”.

After being shown the damage, as she would think of it, she would look sad, a joyish sad, and tell Glenda, “She understood and to just go ahead and finish buzzing her head”.

A few times her dream would be of her telling her to just go ahead and shave her head after she finished buzzing her.

Of course, she would be woken by the buzzing sound of her alarm clock going off, or of someone tapping her on the shoulder.

But, she realized she never had one of these daydreams while in the barbershop waiting her turn, which would be from a few minutes to an hour or more, nor while her hair was being cut.

When she walked out the barbershop, after each visit, she would always tell herself, “Why didn’t you tell her go a little short”.

It was always the second thoughts that got her mad.

Then, one day while on her computer she was looking through one of her regular web sites, when she came upon a photo that grabbed her eyes and attention. She sat there looking, staring, her body slowly built up a shiver, her legs begin to tighten and stretch out under the desk.

Slowly she scrolled down the page, following, watching, each photo which appear.

From hair longer than her’s, she watched, stared, as each photo showed the lady with her hair going shorter and shorter.

When the photo, of the lady, came up with her hair as short as hers, Cathy stopped and took a very deep breath, almost causing her to fall over.

The arrow on the side of the page indicated there were more photos.

She got up and slowly walked around the room, her breathing now at a quicker pace, her heart was beating as if she had just finished running twenty miles.

She stood behind the chair, reached to the mouse and scrolled to the “next photos”.

Her eyes widened, she inhaled a deep breath, her body stood straight up.

The lady, in the photo, now had all her hair buzzed off, shorter then her’s.

Cathy stood there her eyes staring at the photos.

Her heart beating, almost out of her chest.

She leaned forward and scrolled the mouse again.

A can of shaving cream and a safety razor appeared.

Quickly her hands covered her mouth as she breathed in.

She raised her body and began walking around the room again.

“Could she”, Cathy thought to herself. “Could the next photos be of her with her head all lathered?

Could the photos after be of her head being shaved!”

She stepped across the room from her computer and looked at it.

She stayed away from her computer, letting it stare at her.

She got something to drink.

Glancing at the computer ever so often over the next hour.

Finally, she walked back to the computer and sat in the chair.

Her hand, still very nervous and shaking, took hold of the mouse and scrolled to the next photo.

The sides and back of her head were all lathered.

In the next photo, the back of her head showed lather spread over the top of her head in the back.

Cathy scrolled to the next photo. It was of the lady with her head shaved, except for a little part in the front, which was still buzzed.

Cathy smiled and printed the photo out and just as quickly she saved it to a folder.

She taped the photo on her bedroom dresser mirror, where she would see it each time she used the mirror. It also where she would see it when she rose from a night’s sleep.

SATURDAY came around and she printed another copy of the photo.

She was going to bring it to Glenda, telling her, “This is what I want”.”

Just as she was walking out her apartment the telephone rang, it was her brother. He was calling to remind her of their lunch date to talk about the family gathering next month. They were putting it together and need to make some decision on what they would be eating.

An hour had passed when she realized the time.

The barbershop would be closing in two hours and it would take her an hour to get there.

So, she told her brother she had some place important to go for four o’clock, it was now three o’clock.

They hung up and she rushed out the apartment.

Reaching the barbershop she grabbed her purse and looked inside it.

She realizing she left the photo on the small table where the telephone sat.

She did not put it in her purse as she had been thinking while driving the barbershop.

She could not go back for it.

So, she just went in and get her hair cut like the last visits.

As Glenda was caping her she mention to her she had a photo of a hair cut she wanted to try and would bring it with her when she came back in two weeks.

Cathy noticed a look on Glenda’s face, she had not seen before.

It was a look of, “Another hair cut”!

Her haircut finished she paid and walked toward the door.

While walk out the shop Glenda said to her, “Don’t forget the photo next time!”

She smiled and told her, “I won’t.”

When she arrived back home, she found the photo, still on the table next to the telephone and put it in her purse.

She printed out more copies of the photo and placed them in places where she would see it. On some she even printed “Take with you when you go for your next hair cut”.

She would stare at the photos. It was in her mine. It ever showed when she looked at something.

Two weeks passed. She rose with the sun coming in the window of her bedroom.

The photo, as always, was staring at her.

Quickly she got ready and was on her way, to the King Street Barber Shop, within an hour.

She checked her purse more times than she had ever.

Opening it at every stop light and stop sign, to make sure she had a copy of the photo in her purse.

When she arrived she took it out her purse before getting out the car.

She had it in the hand as she pushed the door open.

As she walked in the barbershop Glenda looked up and Cathy was waving the photo, “Here it is.”

She walked to the chair and handed it to her. She took the photo, looked it over, then at her.

She took a chair in the waiting area.

Glenda put the photo on the shelf. There were two other customers before her.

So, she begin look through some magazines.

For the first time, since coming to the King Street Barber Shop, she never glanced at the customers before her getting their hair cut by Glenda.

She never looked to see if the photo was still on the shelf or if she had taken a glance each time she was at the shelf.

“Cathy,” she heard her name called, “I’ll be right back.

“Have to use the little room.”

She looked up and shook her head “OK” and walked to the barber chair as she glanced at the shelf in the mirror then the shelf.

The photo was there, where she could see it each time she stood by to the shelf.

While sitting in the barber chair she wondered if she would ask her questions.

How she would answer them.

Should she tell Glenda that was the “hair cut she wanted”.

Should she wait for Glenda to ask her.

She heard the door close in the back of the shop, looked towards it as Glenda came walking towards the chair.

In the mirror, over the waiting chairs, she saw her looking at the photo.

She turned and began putting the cape on her.

“Nothing”, she said to herself.

She watched Glenda take hold of the clippers, oil it, then turn around.

She placed her left hand on the top of her head and tilted it.

“CLCIK”, the clippers came to life, she could not see if she had put an attachment on it or not.

Then, she felt the coolness of the clipper’s metal head touch her neck, below the hairline.

Slowly it was pushed up into her hair as the sound changed.

She took a breath and let it out slowly.

“FINALLY”, she thought to her self.

This upward movement was followed by more, as Glenda worked her way around her head.

First, the back of her head, the left side, finally the right side.

She was now staring at a woman, a strange woman who had all the hair on the sides, even the back, of her head all cut off as close as possible, to her scalp.

Then, her eyes watched as the clippers were placed on the top of her head and moved back over it.

Her eyes closed, “It’s happening”.

Glenda quickly buzzed the top of her head. Still she did not say a word, nor ask a question.

The clippers were turned off. She dusted her head all over then her face.

She heard water flowing in the sink. She could see steam rising from it.

She saw her toss a large white towel in the sink, then she rung it out.

She turned and wrapped the warm towel around her head, “Too, hot?”

She shook her head “no”.

After pushing it close to her head she turned and went to the lather dispenser. The winding sound told her she was filling her hand with lather.

She watched her turn and remove the towel.

She started lathering her head.

First She spread the warm lather over the right side of her head, the back, then the left side.

She felt her spread a little over the top back of her head, too.

After lathering the left side She turned and washed her hands and dried them on another towel.

“Must be going to shave the back and sides first”, she thought to herself.

Then, she picked a straight razor, stopped it on the leather strap.

Raising it to the top of the lather on the right side of her head.

Slowly she began shaving the lather away, taking with it the stubbles it covered.

Her eyes closed, her mind heard the razor scrapping the little hairs from her head.

Her body began to tighten, slowly shivers started from the coolness she was feeling from the first stroke of the straight razor.

She watched her shave backward, tilting her head downward as she started shaving the back of her head.

Her mind saw her with her head shaved.

Her fingers gently brushing over her smooth scalp.

The looks she would see on others when they saw her.

She wondered how the water of the shower would feel on her smooth head.

Then, she was brought back to reality when the chair came to a stop. She looked up as Glenda was removing the cape.

She turned her head from side to side, tilted it a little.

Only the back and sides were shaved to the skin, the top still had the buzzed hair.

She wanted to tell Glenda but she was shaking the cape out and calling for the next customer.

Disappointed she stepped from the chair, paid her and walked out the shop.

When she got to her car she looked at her self, her new hair cut, in the visor mirror.

“So, close but so far”, she said as she stroked her fingers over her head.

It felt good to her, but strange.

CONTINUED Copy right (c) August 2014 JimB

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