The Hotel Room — His Side

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I walk down the Hall, carefully checking the numbers of each door as they go by.  Finally, I check, only 1 away.  The next door would be the one.  It feels like it takes forever, but then it’s there.  I turn.  In front of me is the door, I look at the number, I check my notes, it’s the same number, I check again.  Still right, ok, I guess this is happening, I lift my hand to give a knock.  I hover for just a moment, take a deep breath.

… KNOCK… KNOCK.

A pause, then from the other side, “WHO IS IT?” It was a very sweet, pleasant voice.

“REMOVAL SERVICES” I reply, before giving a quick sigh, “IDIOT” I say to myself, that was a moronic thing to say, can’t taking it back now though.

“HUH, I DIDN’T… OH WAIT, HOLD ON JUST A SEC.”

As I stand there waiting, a million thoughts race through my mind.  Still kicking myself over my stupid moments earlier, I hear a sound of the chain sliding off the door.  I start to sweat; I suppose I can’t back out now.  Then the click of the door being unlocked.  I take a deep breath & prepare myself.  The door swings open.  The pictures don’t do her justice.  Before me, is a petite young woman.  She seems to be wearing nothing but a robe.  Her piercing blue eyes looking back at me.

“HI.  YOU HAD ME FOR A MOMENT WITH THAT REMOVAL LINE.  I GUESS YOU WERE REFERRING TO THIS.”  Her finger shoots up to indicate her hair, which was currently all tied up in a messy bun on top of her head.

I nod, “YEAH, I GUESS IT WAS SORT OF DUMB” I reply sheepishly.

“NO, IT WAS KIND OF CUTE” she giggled, “COME ON IN, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.”

As I step inside, I admire my surroundings.  It certainly was a very classy room.  I glance around, trying to figure out the best set up for the task at hand.

Noticing this, “YOU CAN JUST PUT YOUR STUFF DOWN ON THAT BED OVER THERE” as she points to a Queen-sized bed on the left.  “I WASN’T SURE EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE IN MIND, BUT I THOUGHT OVER THERE MIGHT BE A GOOD SPOT” indicating a corner of the room, where there was an empty table & a chair placed next to it.

“UM, YEAH, THAT SHOULD BE FINE.” I reply, as I put my equipment down on the bed.

“ARE YOU NERVOUS?  DON’T BE NERVOUS, SWEETIE.  I’M VERY HAPPY YOU’RE HERE.”

“MAYBE JUST A LITTLE, BUT I’LL BE FINE.”  I remark as I stretch out my hand.  She grabs my hand & pulls me closer to her.

“NAH UH, STRANGERS SHAKE HANDS, WE’RE FRIENDS.  FRIENDS HUG” as she reaches to embrace me & leans in for a peck on the check.  “PLEASE, MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE.  I’ll BE RIGHT BACK” she whispers in my ear.

Releasing from the hug, she backs up & heads towards the bathroom.  I sit on the bed, let out a deep breath & take in my surroundings.  After a moment, I open my bag, head over towards the table & start to unpack & set up.  After a few minutes, or what seems like a few minutes, honestly losing track of time right now, I hear a door open.  I turn.  She exits the bathroom & stands before me.

“HEY, STUD, YOU READY FOR ME.”  Not waiting for a response as it was a statement & not a question, she reaches down, & unties the belt around her robe.  As the robe slips off her svelte body, I, for the 1st time, can see what’s underneath.  Before me is this beautiful specimen in nothing but a small red bandeau bikini top & matching barely-there bottoms.  “I HOPE THIS MEETS YOUR EXPECTATIONS” as she reaches up & pulls out the tie, that had been containing her hair.  I watch, mesmerized as her long, blonde hair comes cascading down & covers her body.  She gives a gentle head shake & reaches her hands up & gives a bit of a fluff of her hair.  “WOW, GUESS THAT’S THE LAST TIME I’LL BE DOING THAT FOR A WHILE.”

Quickly coming out of my trance “OR EVER.”  I smile “AT LEAST IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT.”

“MAYBE!!” She remarks excitedly.  “OH, I CAN’T WAIT.  ARE YOU READY FOR ME YET?”  as she almost skips towards me & heads to the chair.

As she sits in the chair, I reach for the comb.  I can’t wait to get my fingers in that gorgeous hair.  It seems almost a shame to lop it all off, but it’s what the client wants, & the beauty is not within the hair.  I aim to please & know that I will take great pleasure in what lies before me.  As I pick up the comb & begin to gently glide it through her hair, it passes through with ease.  Her hair feels like silk & is some of the softest hair I have even felt.  As I continue to comb through the hair, really for no other reason than my own enjoyment, I am suddenly brought back from my trance by a sound.  “ARE YOU PURRING?” I inquire.

“I’M SORRY, YOU HEARD THAT? I’LL STOP” She blushes, clearly embarrassed.

“NO, NO, NO, NOT AT ALL, PLEASE CONTINUE.  I DIDN’T MEAN TO CALL YOU OUT” I stop & put the comb down for a moment.  I gently brush her hair aside & massage her shoulders.  I can tell the reaction I’m getting & want to lean into it & let her know to totally relax & let herself go; whatever reaction she has is fine & to embrace it all.  I hear a deep sigh, & low slow breathing.  It’s working.

“UGH, YOU’RE MAKING ME SLEEPY” she yawned.

“JUST TRYING TO RELAX YOU.”

“I COULDN’T BE MORE RELAXED IF I WAS DEAD.”

“OK, THEN.”  I stop & reach back for the comb again.  Time to start prepping her hair.  I start sectioning it off, into tiny ponytails all over her head.

Shortly, there are dozens of micro ponytails sprouting out from her head in a grid like fashion.  If it wasn’t for the long two-foot ponytails coming out of it, one would be forgiven for mistaking it for a pineapple.  As I finish off the last one, I put the comb down & take a step back, admiring my work.  Here is where the fun really begins.  My hand goes towards the table.  There are many things on that table, several of which would be perfect for detaching all that hair from her head.  My hand hovers over the scissors for a second, then shifts to the clippers, then back to the scissors.  Each would work equally well, & will both be used at some point, but for the honor of 1st cut…. “A OR B?” I ask.

“EXCUSE ME, WHAT?”

“A OR B” I repeat.

“FOR WHAT?” she asks sheepishly.

“JUST ANSWER, A OR B” I return.

“UM,, AAA—” she stutters.

“GOOD CHOICE,” as I pick up the scissors, & hand them to her.  “THE 1st CUT IS YOURS” I grin.

“WHAT? NO!” She shrieks & pulls back, “THAT’S YOUR JOB.”

“I KNOW, BUT TRUST ME, I’M HERE TO GUIDE YOU,” I reassure.  “I JUST WANT YOU TO MAKE THE INITIAL COMMITMENT CUT.  I’LL TAKE CARE OF THE REST.  DON’T WORRY, I’VE GOT YOU.”

She reluctantly takes the scissors.  “ARE YOU SURE?  I’VE NEVER CUT HAIR BEFORE, LET ALONE MY OWN.  I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.”

I gently caress her & lift up one of the strands near the front of her head.  I hold it near the tie, right above her head.  “JUST CUT RIGHT HERE.”  I guide her hand up towards her hair.  “YOU WANT TO CUT BELOW THE TIE.”  With her eyes closed, she carefully opens the scissors & closes them around the sprig of hair.

SHERNIK.

I lift the now detached section of hair & carefully place it on the table.  “DO YOU WANT TO DO ANOTHER ONE?”

“I—I—I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THE FIRST ONE” she stammers.

“I KNOW, BUT YOU DID AN AMAZING JOB. I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU DIDN’T WANT TO DO ANYMORE.”

She opens her eyes & sees the hair lying on the table.  She leans forward & picks it up, studying it.  “IS THAT MY HAIR?”

“YES, THAT’S THE PIECE YOU JUST CUT.”

Suddenly, she reaches for the scissors.  “SO, I CAN JUST KEEP GOING?”

I can’t help but laugh. “IF YOU WANT, HAVE AT IT.  DO YOU WANT SOME HELP?”

She looks around, searching for something… a Mirror … any kind of reflective surface will do really.  “UM, A MIRROR, MAYBE?  I NEED TO SEE WHERE TO CUT.”

“IT’S OK, I CAN HELP GUIDE YOU.  WE HAD A DEAL, REMEMBER?  ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO THE ENTIRE THING?”

“I DON’T KNOW, I WASN’T EVEN PLANNING TO DO THIS” as she reaches up to feel for another tie.

SHERNIK.

Then another.

SHERNIK.

“YOU’LL FIX THIS, RIGHT?”

SHERNIK.

I can’t help but laugh.  This was quite the change, from just a few minutes ago.  “YEAH, HAVE AT IT.”

SHERNIK.  SHERNIK.

She’s really into it now, moving through her hair quicker & quicker.  Giggling excitedly.  “THIS IS AMAZING!”  she exclaims.

SHERNIK.  SHERNIK.

“I’M GLAD YOU’RE ENJOYING YOURSELF.  LOOKS LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN NEED ME.”

SHERNIK.

She stops for just a moment, puts the scissors down.  “OH, I’M SORRY” with a bit of dejection in her voice.  “I’ll STOP.”

“NO, NO, IT’S OK.  I’M ENJOYING THE SHOW.  I’M HERE IF YOU NEED ME, BUT PLEASE CONTINUE.”

“ARE YOU SURE?” a smile returning to her face, as she reaches for the scissors again.

“I COULD NEVER LIVE WITH YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT IF I DIDN’T.  I’M JUST IMPRESSED BY THE SUDDEN CHANGE.”

SHERNIK.

“I”

SHERNIK

“KNOW”

SHERNIK

“BUT YOU”

SHERNIK

“KNOW”

SHERNIK

“HOW BADLY”

SHERNIK

“I WANTED”

SHERNIK

“THIS”

SHERNIK.

She’s moving fast now.  About half her hair is cut.  The other half will be gone just as fast.  I look over at the table & notice the pile of hair growing.

SHERNIK.  SHERNIK.

“YOU KNOW, THERE’S MORE ON THE TABLE, THEN ON YOUR HEAD” I gleefully rib.

SHERNIK.

“STILL”

SHERNIK

“TOO”

SHERNIK

“MUCH”

SNERNIK

“LEFT”

SHERNIK SHERNIK

“NOT FOR MUCH LONGER, YOU’RE MOVING FAST.  CERTAINLY, MUCH FASTER THAN I WOULD HAVE.  I HOPE YOU’RE ENJOYING IT.”  I am quite impressed with the work being done, 4 more ponytails were cut while I said that, leaving only a few random ones scattered all over left.

She takes a deep breath & puts the scissors down.  “WOW, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAME OVER ME.  I NEVER THOUGHT, I WOULD OR COULD DO THIS, BUT AFTER THAT FIRST CUT….  I DON’T KNOW, SOMETHING JUST CAME OVER ME.”  She starts to get up.  She turns towards me, & leaps into me.  Caught off guard, I stumble back a bit, but am able to catch her, as she wraps her legs around me.  “THANK YOU!” she whispers in my ear.  “THANK YOU, SO, SO, VERY MUCH!”  She excitedly exclaims, as she plants her lips on mine & fully embraces me, squeezing me tight.

“I—I—I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING” I stammer as the momentum carries us backwards & we fall into the bed, the last few remaining strands of her hair swinging widely.  It was at this moment I also notice how soaked she is.  The plan was to go for a swim later on, but the feel of her bikini bottoms are just as wet as if they had already been in the pool.

Realizing what’s going on, suddenly, she stands up, & covers her mouth.  “OH MY GOD! OH! I’M SO SORRY.  I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.”  Clearly embarrassed, she starts to back away & tear up.

Noticing this, I stand up & walk towards her.  “HEY, HEY, STOP.  IT’S OK.  IT’S OK.  YOU’RE AMAZING & IT’S GOOD.”  I hug her tightly, & gently caress her, as she is full on crying.  “WHY ARE YOU CRYING?  THERE’S NO NEED TO CRY.  I’M NOT UPSET, I PROMISE.” As I led her back towards the bed.  I sit down & encourage her to sit down next to me.

She leans her head on my shoulder.  “I’M SORRY, I SCREWED UP.”  Between sobs, as she starts to calm down. “YOU DIDN’T EVEN GET TO CUT OFF MY HAIR” as she lifts her head, & one of the remaining strands falls in her face, giggling.  “IT TICKLES”

Offering comfort, I reach over & give her a tight hug.  “YES, YES, IT DOES, & IT’S OK, I PROMISE.”  Sensing her heartbeat slowing down & the tears drying up.  “FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH, I GREATLY ENJOYED WATCHING YOU.  I HOPE YOU HAD FUN.”

She smiles & looks me straight in the eye.  “I DID! I REALLY, REALLY DID!”  She stands up & takes a step back as she grabs my hand, pulling me up next to her.  “NOW, IT’S YOUR TURN TO FINISH!” As she heads towards the chair to sit back down, she pauses a moment, as if realizing how wet she really was down below.  “UM” blushing “DO YOU MIND?” nodding.

“OH” realizing what she’s asking, “OF COURSE” as I reach for a towel.

She reaches down & starts to pull off the bottoms “THANKS” as I go to wrap the towel around her.  Taking a moment, she takes a deep breath, as she sits back down, she laughs, “OK, I’M READY!” clapping in delight.  I take a moment to just admire her.  I grin & walk over to the table & pick up the scissors.

SHERNIK SHERNIK

I make quick work of the remaining micro ponytails, left on her head.

SHERNIK SHERNIK

A few more quick snips & they are all gone.  I put the scissors down.  She looks up at me.

“AM I STILL BEAUTIFUL?” she asks meekly.  I’m caught off guard by the question, as I have never seen someone more beautiful in my life.

“MORE” is all I reply.  She smiles.  Thrown by the question, I take a minute to step back & admire her.  She takes her hand & starts to reach up toward her head.

Noticing, I step in, “NUH UN, NOT YET” I gentle scold.

“PLEASE? JUST ONE QUICK FEEL?” she begs.  I step over & reach for her hand, & gently pull it back down.

“WHEN IT’S DONE.  TRUST ME” I reassure.  Dejected, she agrees, but I can sense just a hint of sadness in her.  As a compromise, I lay my hand on the top of her head & give it a shake.  This seems to please her & wanting to free up the hair just a bit, I do it again as I begin to prepare for the next step.

I reach over for the clippers & pick them up.  I look at them for a minute & look back at her, then back at the clippers.  I reach into my pocket & pull out a die.  I hand it to her.

“ROLL.”  She looks at it & rolls it on the table.  I glance at it quickly, & scoop it up, hopefully, before she sees it.  I hand it back to her, “AGAIN.” She takes the die & rolls it again.  I, again, pick it up & hand it to her, “ONCE MORE.”  She rolls it again.  This time I don’t pick it up right away & let her see it.

She looks at it “FOUR. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

“THERE ARE CHOICES TO BE MADE ABOUT THE NEXT FEW STEPS.  I HAVE MANY OPTIONS, & I DECIDED TO LET CHANCE DECIDE.  EACH ROLL WAS FOR A DIFFERENT CHOICE & EACH NUMBER WAS A DIFFERENT OPTION.  I LET YOU DECIDE, EVEN IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT WAS YOU WERE DECIDING.”

She chuckles, “COOL.”

I look over to the clipper attachments & pick one up & put it on the clippers.  I step in front of her & as I turn them on “READY?”

She squeals in delight & start clapping “YES!”

With that, I take the clippers & plunge them right done the middle of her head.  Her hair was already quite short, as the hair was initially cut very close to the scalp to begin with.  This wasn’t really removing much length but tidying up & evening out what was left.  As little tuffs of hair did fall, she let out an uncontrollable snort, followed immediately by a giant laugh.

“WOAH, WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?” as she covered her face, it happened again.  I pull back, I want her to enjoy the moment, but also need her to stay still.  I look at her, she looks up at me.  “SORRY.”

“NO, NEED TO BE SORRY, I’M GLAD YOU’RE ENJOYING YOURSELF, I JUST DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU SO, I NEED YOU TO TRY TO KEEP YOUR HEAD STILL.”

“YES, SIR” she salutes, as she brings her hand up to her forehead.  Then immediately, cracks up again.

I manage to finish up, this part, & I stand back & look at her, “DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?”

She nods in the affirmative & shrugs her shoulders as if to apologize.  I can’t help but smirk; at least I know she’s enjoying herself.  While I give her a moment, I remove the attachment from the clippers & replace it with another one.

The giggling dies down.  I look over.  I can tell she’s trying really hard to control herself.  Part of me wants to just let her keep going, part of me knows there’s much more to come.  All of me knows this will be a day we both remember forever.

“OK, OK, I THINK I’M GOOD NOW.”  She looks at me,

I look over, “ARE YOU SURE?”

She’s grinning with the biggest smile I have ever seen, but I can tell she’s holding something in.  “YES!” she exclaims confidently.

“OK” I walk behind her & turn the clippers on.  I bring them in.  Just as they are about to make contact, she explodes in a giggle fit again.

“NOPE” She shakes her head. “NOPE, GUESS NOT.”  She laughs hard & bows her head.  “SORRY” she mumbles.

“IT’S OK, I’M KIND OF ENJOYING THIS” I retort.  “YOU KNOW,” I begin “YOU DON’T LOOK BAD AT ALL.  CURRENTLY, YOU’VE GOT A CUTE LITTLE BUZZ CUT.” not the best compliment for the moment but I’m thinking on the fly.  “IT’S FAR FROM THE FINAL LOOK, & I DON’T THINK EITHER OF US WOULD BE HAPPY IF IT WAS, BUT YOU STILL LOOK DAMN GOOD, & YOU’VE ALREADY GONE THROUGH SUCH A MONUMENTAL CHANGE ALREADY.  LET’S SAY WE TAKE A BREAK.  CONTINUE ALONG WITH THE REST OF OUR PLANS, GIVE YOURSELF SOME TIME TO GET USED TO THE NEW LOOK, & WHILE NOT FINAL, THIS IS ALREADY A BIG ADJUSTMENT.”  She looks up, stares off, thinking.  “WE’LL COME BACK LATER & FINISH THIS UP.  DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS IS DONE, BUT NOTHING SAYS IT ALL HAS TO HAPPEN IN ONE SHOT,”  I didn’t mind either way, & while I would have loved to have finished before going out, her happiness & enjoyment were more important.  I could tell this was a pivotal moment.

“WHAT ABOUT OUR ARRANGEMENT?  I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE OR TOUCH UNTIL YOU’RE COMPLETELY FINISHED?”  she inquired.  “I WANT TO HONOR OUR DEAL.  I WANT TO HONOR YOU.”  She stands up & wraps her arms around me.  “JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES.  I PROMISE I’LL BEHAVE.”  She smiles, winks, & gives me a peck on the check.

A few minutes later, we attempt to resume.  Having ditched the towel, but changed into fresh panties, she takes her seat in the chair,

“I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY SWIMSUITS YOU HAVE WITH YOU, BUT I IMAGINE THOSE WILL END UP THE SAME AS THE 1st.” I remark.

“THAT’S WHY I PUT THESE ON, SO I STILL HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR LATER.  I KNOW IT’S NOT WHAT YOU WANT, BUT IT’S THIS OR NOTHING.  YOUR CALL” she emphatically replies.

“WELL, I WANT YOU TO BE COMFORTABLE, SO I GUESS WHICHEVER DOES THAT IS OK, WITH ME.”

She looks up at me.  “REALLY?  ARE YOU SURE?”

“OF COURSE, ABOVE ALL, THIS IS ALL FOR YOU REMEMBER?  MY MAIN GOAL IS TO GIVE YOU THE MOST POSITIVE & FUN EXPERIENCE POSSIBLE.”

“DOES THAT APPLY TO EVERYTHING?” she grins.

“WELL, I’M STILL NOT GOING TO LET YOU SEE ANYTHING OR TOUCH YOUR HEAD UNTIL WE’RE DONE, BUT OTHERWISE?  IF IT’S WHAT YOU WANT…” I trail off.  She’s already standing & taking the panties off.

“IN THAT CASE,” she reaches up to her top & begins to unhook.  “I’D REALLY ENJOY THE FREEDOM.”  Suddenly, before me stands this completely naked woman.  Now, it’s me who will have to stay focused & under control.  I do have a job to finish.

“HAPPY, NOW?” I smirk.

“I WAS ALREADY HAPPY”

“JUST REMEMBER, I’M NOT USING A CAPE OR ANYTHING.  HAIR IS GOING TO END UP EVERYWHERE.  WHATEVER YOU ULTIMATELY HAD ON, WAS PARTIALLY FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION.”  I remind.

“I KNOW.  I’M GOOD.  ALSO, GOING TO KEEP MY HANDS OCCUPIED, IF THAT’S OK” she winks.  At this point, who am I to stop her.  Why should I anyway.  I nod.  She sits.  Kind of.  She’s bouncing up & down in the chair.  “OK, OK, I KNOW.  I NEED TO SIT STILL.  I WILL.  I JUST… I’M SOOO HYPED!” grinning from ear to ear, there’s no containing her excitement.  A couple of deep breaths later, & she’s good to go.  I step behind her.  I pick up the clippers & turn them on.

I plunge the clippers into her hair.  I methodically move up the back of her head.  There wasn’t much hair left to begin with, but that which is, is falling fast.  I watch as little tuffs of hair detach from her head & fall down her naked body.  The motion & sound of the clippers provide a calming influence.  I can tell she is completely entranced by the experience.  I hear deep quick breaths & a low tone moan.  I look down, & she is all in pleasuring herself.  I could probably do anything I wanted at that moment & it would be completely welcomed.  I, myself get momentarily lost in the experience.  I stop for a moment.  I turn the clippers off.  I hear a very loud audible whimper.

“AWWW” she bemoans “DON’T STOP” she pleads.

I stoop down, to get close to her.  “DON’T WORRY” I start to whisper in her ear.  “WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED” I tease.

She releases a very loud moan.  Her legs spread out as she lifts her head toward mine.  “I’M YOURS” she manages to get out between gasps.  As if I had any doubt, before, this confirmed it.  At that point I stand back up.  I remove the attachment from the clippers, & turn them back on.  I leave the top as it is for now, but from the top of her ears down, there would be nothing but stubble.  As I work, the sounds are only getting louder.  It’s probably a good thing she removed her clothes, as I could see how much of a hindrance they would have become.

“DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?”  I ask.

A loud Squeal “NO” deep breath “KEEP” heavy shallow breath “GOING” low long moan.  As much as I take the positive sign & cannot be more thrilled about how much she is enjoying the experience, I’m going to run out of hair soon.  I just keep running the clippers over & over.  There’s really no hair left & they are doing nothing, except I am trying to keep this moment going, as she could not be enjoying it more & honestly, I’m enjoying her enjoying it almost as much.  I know I could probably shave her completely bald, & she’d be totally into it, in the moment at least.  The one thing I promised ahead of time – no shaved head.  I may be pushing it a bit already & the next step will definitely cause a grey area, but the top of her head has still barely been touched from the initial chop, & I have a specific idea in mind that I know would look amazing.

I finally turn off the clippers.  I know I’m going to hear it, but there really was nothing left & I was starting to worry about razor burn.  “JUST ONE SECOND” as I put the clippers down.  She is totally lost in her own world.  I pick up the can of shaving cream, I squeeze the nozzle & begin to blend it in my hands.  I take a deep breath & begin to apply the cream along the bottom of her head.  I go about halfway up.  It isn’t my intention to do the entire head but try & blend it into the top.   The moans turn to giggles

“HE-HE, THAT TICKLES” I smile.  “WAIT!” suddenly she bolts up & pulls her head forward.  “YOU’RE NOT SHAVING ME, ARE YOU?!”  It was the 1st words spoken in a somewhat normal tone, since I started the clippers.  “YOU PROMISED NO SHAVED HEAD !!!”  she screams, as she bolts out of the chair.  Caught completely off guard by this sudden reaction.  I just stand there, not knowing what to say.  She glances down & sees the cream all over my hands.  “YOU ARE!  YOU’RE GONNA SHAVE MY DAMN HEAD, AREN’T YOU!!!”  She’s angry, & I knew it.  I can fix this, but I need a minute.  “I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU!”  I sensed the disappointment in her voice.  She heads over towards the bed & sits down.  She puts her face in her hands & starts to cry.  “I TRUSTED YOU, & YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME.”  She manages to get out between the sobs.  There is a lot I can say.  After all, no one can blame me, given her earlier reactions to everything, & moments ago she did just tell me to keep going & that she was mine.  Talk about mixed signals.  I also knew, saying any of that would not help the situation.  I am in full on damage control.  The fact is I haven’t actually done any shaving yet, & I if I play this carefully, I can still salvage the situation.  I Wipe my hands & calmly walk over to her.  I cautiously sit down next to her, & take the towel, & wipe the cream off her head.  I then take a blanket & drape it over her.  I figure in her current state & feeling very vulnerable, the fact that she still doesn’t have any clothes on isn’t going to help the situation.  Then, I just sit there & allow her the time she needs.  I know not saying anything probably doesn’t help the situation, but I also don’t want to say the wrong thing & make things worse.

After what feels like an eternity, but is probably no more than a few minutes, the crying stops.  As she wipes away the tears.  She cracks a smile.  She looks up, right straight in my eyes.

“YOU MUST THINK I’M AN ABSOLUTE CRAZY PERSON” Well, the thought has crossed my mind but, of course, I would never say that.

“NO, NOT AT ALL.  I GET IT.  THIS HAS BEEN A VERY DRAMATIC EXPERIENCE.  IT’S QUITE A DAY FOR YOU & THIS IS A HUGE CHANGE, ONE THAT YOU SAID YOU WANTED & THAT I HOPE YOU’RE ENJOYING, BUT A HUGE CHANGE NONETHELESS.”  I reassure her & gently wrap my arm around her in comfort.  “I’M SORRY, I WASN’T ACTUALLY GOING TO SHAVE YOU, I WAS JUST CLEANING YOU UP A BIT, I DON’T HAVE TO, & WE CAN JUST STOP NOW, IF YOU WANT.”  This seems to work.  She takes a moment & then comes closer & hugs me.  We just hold each other, while she seems lost, gazing out into space.

“WOULD I LOOK GOOD BALD?”  Taken aback, I want to make sure I hear correctly.  “WOULD. I. LOOK. GOOD. BALD.”  Placing emphasis on each word, to make sure there was no doubt what she is asking.  That shouldn’t even be a question.

“I WAS NEVER PLANNING TO SHAVE YOU.  I HAD A VERY COOL FADE IN MIND FOR YOU.  IT WOULD HAVE LOOKED AMAZING.  THERE’S STILL PLENTY OF HAIR LEFT ON YOU HEAD” Not avoiding the question, but making sure my intentions are clearly laid out.

She glares at me.  “I KNOW,” she states emphatically.  “BUT YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY QUESTION.”  She pulls back & stands up.  “WOULD. I. LOOK. GOOD. BALD!  PLEASE, ANSWER THE QUESTION”

I follow her up, hold her & look directly into her eyes.  “I DON’T THINK THE WORD BEAUTIFUL DOES YOU JUSTICE.”  I begin firmly.  “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN.  WHEN I FIRST WALKED IN, I WAS STUNNED BY YOUR BEAUTY.  YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS.  YOU HAVE ONLY GOTTEN MORE SO, AS THIS JOURNEY HAS GONE ON.  YOUR BEAUTY IS NOT IN YOUR HAIR.  SO, ABSOLUTELY, WITHOUT A DOUBT, YES, IS PROBABLY THE WORD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR, BUT AGAIN THAT WORD WOULD BE SO FAR BELOW YOU.  IT’S NEXT LEVEL”

Clearly, embarrassed, she smirks & turns away, “YOU SAY SUCH SWEET THINGS. I’M SORRY.  I TRUST YOU.”  She turns back towards me, stares deeply into my eyes.  Her eyes widen, she gets the biggest smile yet.

She leans into my ear & Whispers “SHAVE ME” then turns slightly & kisses me.  I pull back & look at her.  Sensing my doubts, “I KNOW, I KNOW.  I’M RIDICULOUS.  I PROMISE.  I WANT THIS.  I TRUST YOU COMPLETELY.  I TRUST YOU WITH MY LIFE.”

“ARE YOU SURE?  I MEAN REALLY, REALLY, SURE?  LOOK, YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH I A LOT TODAY, & THIS IS A BIG DEAL.  WHY DON’T WE JUST STICK WITH THE ORIGINAL PLAN, LET ME FINISH YOU UP, & WE’LL MOVE ON.  I CAN ALWAYS DO IT FOR YOU LATER, BUT ONCE IT’S GONE, I CAN’T PUT IT BACK.”  I can tell she’s in a very fragile & vulnerable state.  The last thing I want to do is take advantage.

She lets go & starts to walk away, she looks down, taking a moment.  Looking for the right words.  She turns, stands straight up, in front of me.  “LOOK” indicating her body, “LOOK AT ME.  LOOK AT ME STANDING HERE IN FRONT OF YOU, COMPLETELY NAKED, COVERED IN MY OWN HAIR.”  Of course, I look.  She turns & starts to walk away.  After a few steps, turns back towards me & continues.  “I UNDERSTAND YOUR DOUBT.  I DO.  HONESTLY, I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED,” She walks toward me.  “I HAVE THOROUGHLY ENJOYED EVERY. SINGLE. SECOND. SINCE YOU GOT HERE.  EVEN MY MELTDOWNS.  YES, MELTDOWNS, PLURAL.  I KNOW THERE HAVE BEEN MORE THEN ONE.  THIS EXPERIENCE HAS BEEN ABSOLUTELY LIFE CHANGING FOR ME.  AS MUCH AS I WANT THIS & WAS READY, I WAS NERVOUS AS HELL.  WHEN YOU HAD ME CUT THAT 1st PIECE OF MY HAIR.  I WAS SCARED TO DEATH.  YOU DON’T KNOW HOW CLOSE I CAME TO BOLTING.  BUT I DIDN’T, & I TRUSTED YOU & YOU WERE RIGHT.  IT WAS ENTHRALLING, & I KEPT GOING, IT WAS LIBERATING.  THE NERVES COMPETENTLY DISAPPEARED & IT WAS LIKE AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE.  SUDDENLY, I WANTED IT ALL GONE & I COULDN’T GET RID OF IT FAST ENOUGH.  THANK YOU.  THANK YOU, SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME & THEN LETTING ME DO THAT.”  She pauses, making sure her words sink in.  “YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU HAVE BEEN AMAZING PUTTING UP WITH ME.  I KNOW I’VE BEEN ALL OVER THE PLACE, BUT THIS IS WHAT I WANT.  YOU TOLD ME TWO THINGS BEFORE THIS STARTED.  YOU GAVE ME TWO RULES.  I COULDN’T TOUCH MY HEAD OR SEE ANYTHING UNTIL YOU WERE COMPLETELY FINISHED.  I HAVE OBEYED.  BELIEVE ME IT HAS NOT BEEN EASY, BUT I RESPECT YOU & TRUST YOU.  I PROMISE I WILL CONTINUE TO HONOR THAT.”  She’s been pacing this entire time, speaking passionately.  “I ALSO KNOW, YOU’RE ONLY HONORING MY REQUEST.  MY ONE REQUEST.  I SAID I WAS YOUR CANVAS; YOU COULD DO ANYTHING YOU WANTED TO MY HAIR & I WOULD BE HAPPY.  ALL I ASKED WAS THAT YOU NOT SHAVE ME COMPLETELY BALD.  IT WAS A COMPLETELY REASONABLE REQUEST & YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER GO AGAINST SOMEONE’S WILL, & THAT WHILE IT WAS DEFINITELY SOMETHING WORTH DOING YOU WOULD NEVER FORCE IT ON ANYONE & THAT IT NEEDED TO BE THEIR CHOICE.  I RESPECT YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT.  THAT’S HOW I KNEW I MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE WITH YOU.”  She walks towards me.  She reaches out & grabs my hand, & places it on her bare breast directly over her heart.  Then takes both her hands & wraps them around my neck.  Looking passionately & lovingly in my eyes. “HOWEVER, YOU MADE THAT PROMISE TO THE LONG-HAIRED ME.  THAT PERSON DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE, & I DOUBT SHE EVER WILL AGAIN.  THE PERSON STANDING BEFORE YOU, ME, THE REAL AUTHENTIC ME, IS ASKING YOU TO MAKE ME A NEW PROMISE.”  Her heart starts to beat faster, probably why she placed my hand where she did.  Mine was, too frankly.  “I WANT TO BE COMPLETELY HAIRLESS.  I DON’T WANT A SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR LEFT ANYWHERE ON MY ENTIRE BODY.”  She leans in closer to me “& I WANT YOU TO DO IT.  OF THIS I AM SURE, & I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE CONFIDENT OF ANYTHING IN MY LIFE.”  I could tell she was completely serious & who would I be to say no?

I grin at her “AS YOU WISH.”

Her eyes widen, & her smile gets wider, which honestly, I wasn’t sure was possible.  She leaps up & down clapping. “OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME!”  Then, as if to thank me, she leaps into my arms & gives me a giant kiss.  “MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM” she winks & gets down & heads back towards the chair.  “I PROMISE, I’LL BE GOOD.  NO MORE OUTBURSTS OF ANY KIND, & I PROMISE TO REMAIN AS STILL AS I POSSIBLY CAN UNTIL YOU’RE DONE.”  Positively giddy, she sits back down. I take a quick glance over, take a deep breath, & go back to the chair.  She’s sitting in the chair completely still, barely breathing.

“YOU CAN BREATHE, YOU KNOW.  RELAX, I STILL WANT YOU TO ENJOY THIS.”  I prepare the clippers again.  Might as well finish taking off what’s left of the top, knowing it’s all coming off now.  Plus, we already know she has a strong reaction to them.  This should get her excited & back into it.  I turn the clippers back on.

“OH, I LOVE THAT SOUND!  I THOUGH WE WERE DONE WITH THEM! YEA!”  she squeals excitedly.

“WELL, WE WERE FOR A TIME, BUT NEVER COMPLETELY.  I’VE BARELY TOUCHED THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD, BECAUSE I WASN’T GOING TO TAKE IT MUCH SHORTER THEN IT ALREADY WAS. NOW, THOUGH…”

“YUP!” She cuts me off.  “ALL GONE!” The excitement oozing from her.

I walk around in front of her.  I look her straight in the eyes.  I turn the clippers on.  “LAST CHANCE.  YOU SURE?”

She looks up at me, Confidently, “1000 %.  DO IT” With that I plunge the clippers right down the middle clearing a path as I go.  1 swipe, 2 swipes, 3 swi—“WAIT!” I stop.  I pick up the clippers.

Fearing the worst, I ask “WHAT’S WRONG?”

She giggles “NOTHING.  NO, REALLY, NOTHING.” I look down at her.

“THEN –” I begin.

“ITS JUST, I SWEAR, BABE, YOU’RE AMAZING & I DON’T WANT TO INTERRUPT YOUR FLOW, BUT — & I KNOW I SAID I WOULD SIT & BE STILL – BUT, WELL, YOU’RE GOING SO FAST.  I KNOW I ONLY HAVE SO MUCH HAIR.  WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE TO SLOW DOWN JUST A TOUCH?  I WANT TO SAVOR THIS AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.  DON’T GET ME WRONG, I WANT IT GONE, & AM NOT MISSING IT AT ALL, BUT THE FEELING – THE FEELING…”

“SAY NO MORE, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND.”  I lean down so we are face to face.  “I WILL TRY TO MAKE IT LAST AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.”

“THANK YOU,” she reaches out & gives a quick peck.  “YOU’RE THE BEST.”  I Stand back up, & turn the clippers back on.  I continue to glide them over her head, much slower this time.

So, I’ve got multiple goals in mind.  I feel my main mission may have changed.  The end result is secondary.  We all know how that will turn out.  No, now it was equally important that I create the best experience for her that I can.  Despite my slowing down, I am still running out of hair.  In mere moments, her head is reduced to nothing but stubble.  I continue to run the clipper over her head, as I did before just to draw out the experience.  However, I feel it’s important I offer a heads up of what’s coming.

“I’M SORRY TO TELL YOU, THERE’S REALLY NOT MUCH LEFT.  I TRIED TO SLOW IT DOWN FOR YOU, BUT THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO.”

She lets out a giant sigh “YEAH, I KNOW.  THANK YOU FOR TRYING.”

“NOW, YOUR HEAD IS BASICALLY, REDUCED TO STUBBLE.  I WANT TO WARN YOU, IF YOU WANT ME TO FINISH THE JOB, THE NEXT STEP WILL BE APPLYING THE CREAM.”  I turn the clippers off.

“YES, I KNOW.  I REMEMBER IT TICKLED.”  She giggles “I DIDN’T LET YOU GET VERY FAR; I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW ITS GOING TO FEEL OVER MY ENTIRE HEAD.  I’M EXCITED” This certainly was a change but expected.  I pick up the shaving cream & start to lather up.

“YOU’RE BASICALLY ALREADY BALD, THIS WILL JUST SMOOTH IT OUT.  YOU’RE BLONDE SO YOUR HAIR IS VERY LIGHT, & THEREFORE ALREADY HARD TO SEE.”  With that I start spreading the cream all over, massaging her head along the way.

“OH, THAT FEELS SO NICE.”  She purrs.  She yawns.  “OH, SORRY, I FEEL SO TIRED.”

“I’M NOT SURPRISED.  IT’S BEEN A PRETTY DRAINING DAY.”  I confirm.  “JUST RELAX.  FEEL FREE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES.”

“OH, I’M VERY RELAXED, PROBABLY TOO RELAXED, BUT I’M ALSO SUPER HYPED.” Her head is fully covered in the cream.  Well, this is further than I got last time, & further then I thought I’d go, but I pick up the razor.

“OK, I DON’T WANT TO NICK YOU, PLEASE KEEP YOU HEAD IN PLACE & FOLLOW MY DIRECTION.”  The goal is just to remove the cream, whatever hair/stubble is left, should just come with it.

I pick up the razor.  I place it at the top of her forehead.  I gently & carefully slide it back.

SLINK.

“WOAH” she moans.  I pick up the razor & slide it back again.

SLINK.

“OOOOOOOO” I crack a smirk.  Third time.  “PLEASE.  MAKE. THIS. LAST. AS. LONG. AS. POSSIBLE.” She manages between breathes.  I look down.  Well, she’s clearly enjoying herself.  I chuckle.  “SORRY, CAN’T HELP MYSELF.”

“NO, GO RIGHT AHEAD.  DON’T HOLD BACK.  I’M JUST GLAD YOU’RE ENJOYING YOURSELF” I reassure.

“OH, MOST DEFINITELY.  I CAN’T BELIEVE I ALMOST MISSED OUT ON THIS.”  She moans.  The top of her head is now devoid of cream (& hair) & I continue along the back.  I’m making quick work but trying to drag it out as long as possible, for both her & me.  I could make a second pass, but really there’s no hair left to be picked up.  I will have to be extra careful not to nick her in any way.  I reach for a towel & wipe her down, not that there’s anything really left to wipe off.  Just more of a clean-up really.   She whimpers “DOES THAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?” dejected.

“WELL, IT DOES, BUT IT’S ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT.  YES, I’M DONE WITH THE SHAVE.  IF THAT’S WHY YOU’RE SAD, HOWEVER, THAT ALSO MEANS YOU’VE GOT NO HAIR LEFT ON YOUR HEAD, WHICH SHOULD, HOPEFULLY, MAKE YOU HAPPY.  PLUS, IF YOU’D LIKE, I CAN MAKE ONE MORE PASS, JUST TO MAKE SURE NOTHING GOT MISSED.”  Her eye lit up on that last comment

“YES, PLEASE!” she exclaimed.  “UH, YOU ARE SOOO AMAZING, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THIS FOR ME.”  Squealing in delight.

“IT’S BEEN MY PLEASURE.  TRULY.” As I start to reapply the cream to her head again.  “I’M JUST HAPPY YOU’RE HAPPY.”

“THRILLED! ECSTATIC!  I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE!”  Suddenly, I stop.  A thought occurs to me.

“I HAVE AN IDEA” I hadn’t actually figured out a “proper” reveal just yet, but this could be a good one. “LET’S GO INTO THE BATHROOM.”  I Grab her hand, & pull her out of the chair, as I lead her away.

“WAIT, WHAT’S GOING ON?  ISN’T MY HEAD FULL OF CREAM?  I WANNA SEE IT BARE!”  she stammers.

“I KNOW” we stop right out the bathroom door.  “DO YOU WANT TO KEEP THIS UP?  OR IS THIS JUST A ONE OFF?”  The next few moments are make or break.  “I UNDERSTAND IF YOU DON’T KNOW OR HAVEN’T GIVEN IT MUCH THOUGHT, BUT RIGHT NOW, SO FAR WHAT ARE YOU FEELING, ANY IDEA?”

She stops & stares at me.  “WHY ARE YOU ASKING? I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN IT YET.”

“TRUE, BUT IS THERE ANY CHANCE YOU’RE NOT GOING TO ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT?”

Pausing for a moment “I SUPPOSE NOT”

“WAS THERE ANY PART OF THIS ENTIRE PROCESS YOU DIDN’T ENJOY?  BESIDES YOUR MINOR LITTLE ‘PANIC ATTACKS’?”  She laughs at that.

“I SUPPOSE THAT’S ONE WAY TO PUT IT, BUT NO, COULDN’T HAVE BEEN BETTER.”  She looks down.  “WHICH SUCKS, NOW, BECAUSE I GUESS IT’S OVER.”

“IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE, BUT IT WILL BE UP TO YOU.”

She looks up at me slightly confused.  “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

“WELL. HAIR GROWS.  IN FACT, IT NEVER STOPS GROWING.  THERE MAY BE NO HAIR ON YOUR HEAD, BUT IT WON’T STAY THAT WAY, NOT FOR LONG.  UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO.”

Suddenly, she looks up, her eyes grow wide & she smiles, as if figuring out where I’m going.  “I HAVE TO KEEP SHAVING IT!”

I nod “ONLY IF YOU WANT TO.”

“HOW OFTEN?”

“WELL, THAT DEPENDS, HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT TO?  HOW LONG WILL YOU LET YOUR HAIR GET?  STUBBLE WILL START TO APPEAR WITHIN A DAY OR TWO, BUT YOUR HAIR IS FINE & LIGHT, SO IT PROBABLY WON’T REALLY SHOW MUCH, FOR AT LEAST A FEW DAYS, MAYBE EVEN A WEEK.”

She interjects “BUT I’LL KNOW” almost growling.

I Nod “TRUE.  OF COURSE, IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU WANT, YOU STILL LOOKED REALLY CUTE WITH THE LITTLE BUZZ YOU HAD.  THAT’S PROBABLY A FEW WEEKS, THEN YOU COULD USE THE CLIPPERS AGAIN.”  I’ve given her a lot to think about.

“I CAN’T REALLY KNOW HOW I’LL FEEL DAY TO DAY.  RIGHT NOW, MY GUT IS SAYING, I MAY NEVER WANT ANY HAIR EVER AGAIN, BUT THAT’S A LONG TIME & I ALSO HAVEN’T REALLY SEEN IT & AS MUCH AS I KNOW I’LL LOVE IT, I CAN’T SAY.  HOWEVER, I ALSO KNOW HOW AMAZING & SENSUAL THE FEELING WAS HAVING MY HEAD SHAVED.  EVEN NOW, STANDING HERE WITH THIS STUFF ON MY HEAD, IT’S ALL I CAN DO TO CONTROL MYSELF.  I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THAT.”

I smile. “THERE WILL BE SOME UPKEEP, BUT I THINK YOU’RE TELLING ME IT WILL BE WORTH IT.”

“I GUESS” getting confused again.  “IS THIS GOING SOMEWHERE?”

I lift up my hand holding the razor.  “REMEMBER WHEN WE STARTED & I MADE YOU CUT THE 1st STRAND?”

Getting it “YOU WANT ME TO RAZOR MY HEAD.”

“WELL, IF YOU PLAN TO MAINTAIN THIS LOOK, YOU’RE GOING TO WANT TO LEARN HOW TO DO IT YOURSELF.  I’M HERE TO HELP COACH YOU & GUIDE YOU.  EVENTUALLY, THOUGH, YOU’LL BE ON YOUR OWN.”

Beaming “AND AS I GO, I GET TO ‘REVEAL’ MY HEAD TO MYSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME!” She leaps into me & gives me a giant hug.

“I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE FUN” I blush.  She kisses me

“THAT’S AMAZING! YOU’RE AMAZING! HOW DO YOU KEEP MAKING THIS BETTER & BETTER?  I LOVE THIS! I LOVE YOU!”  With that, I tell her to close her eyes.  I open the bathroom door & we step in.

I guide her into the bathroom & position her in front of the mirror.  I then take my hands & cover her eyes.

She giggles.  “I ALREADY HAVE MY EYES CLOSED SILLY.”  The cream starts to drip down her face onto my hands.

“I KNOW, I’M ACTUALLY PROTECTING YOU RIGHT NOW.  YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES.”  I feel her eyes open.  I lift my hands, in such a way to take the dripping cream with me & take a step back.  She just stares in the mirror, stone-faced.  What seems like minutes pass.  I just let her take it all in.  She turns her head back & forth looking from all angles.  Finally, she turns towards me

“RAZOR” she demands reaching out her hand.  She has a very determined look on her face, I do not want to mess with.  I hand it over to her.

“OK, SO—“I begin.

“I GOT THIS” she cuts me off.  She takes a step forward & stares in the mirror.  She lifts the razor to her head, takes a deep breath & swipes back.

SLINK`.  SLINK.  SLINK.

Three quick swipes, before I can even say anything.  “WOW, I THOUGHT YOU’D WANT TO DRAG THIS OUT.”  I try to interject.

“I DO, BUT I WANT TO SEE HOW THIS LOOKS.”

SLINK.  SLINK.

The top of her head is now, basically completely bare.  She turns slightly, trying to get the right angle to see the sides & back.

“DO YOU NEED HELP? I KNOW THE BACK CAN GET TRICKY.”

“I’VE GOT TO FIGURE IT OUT.”  She sounds determined.  She doesn’t seem angry, but I can’t really read her.  This isn’t the reaction I’m expecting.

“DO YOU LIKE IT?”  Silence.

SLINK. SLINK.

Aside from the razor, blazing through her head that is.  I decide to just step back & watch the show.  She is making very quick work.  I admire her flexibility, as she is seemingly having no trouble covering all angles of her head.  I wonder if this was the right move.  Another minute & it’s all gone.  Her head is completely bare.  She stops.  Puts the razor down.  She looks at herself in the mirror.  Admiring herself, I think?  Her face is still completely free of emotion.  I’m impressed, given all we’ve been through, she’s not giving anything away.  Then reaches her hands up & touches her head, for the first time.  She slowly slides her hand from front to back.  Then both hands softly massage her head.

After a couple of minutes, she finally drops her hands.

“WELL?” I asked.  “WHAT DO YOU THINK?  DO YOU LIKE IT?”  She turns & looks me dead in the eye.

“NO, NO, I DON’T LIKE IT. I REALLY DON’T LIKE IT AT ALL.”  My heart sinks, & my face freezes.  Then she breaks, she smiles wide & starts laughing.  “LIKE IT?  I FREAKIN LOVE IT!”  She cackles & shouts with glee.  “THIS IS LIKE THE. BEST. MOST. AMAZING. THING. EVER!”  She’s in full elation, bouncing up & down.  “THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTIONS, YES, DEFINITELY, NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT, & TOTALLY NEVER GROWING MY HAIR AGAIN.”  She smiles at me & rubs her head again.  “SORRY, I JUST CAN’T HELP IT, THIS IS AMAZING.”

I smile back, “WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR?  I’M JUST GLAD YOU LIKE IT –“

She holds her finger up to stop me, “LOVE IT.”

“RIGHT, LOVE IT, SORRY,” I quickly correct myself.  “I’M GLAD YOU LOVE IT.”

She reaches out for my hand, “FEEL” as she places it on her head, grinning & smirking uncontrollably.  It really is quite smooth.  She did an amazing job.  “SO, WHAT’S NEXT?  I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO SHOW ME OFF.”  She completely wraps her body around mine.

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