The Older woman — Do you trust me a little more …..

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The Older Woman — Do you trust me a little more …..

By JimB (C)opyright March 1996

Sandy stepped from the barber chair.

“I did not expect this hair cut,” Sandy said brushing her fingers over the hair cut.

“I did not expect this face shaving.

“But, I do like the shaved eyebrows.

“I have been want to shave them for years.

“But, never had the nerves to shave them.”

Carrie stood there with disbelief.  I was as surprise as Carrie.

“You really look great with the hair cut,” I told her.

“But, I think Carrie went over with the shaving of the back and sides.”

Sandy paid and walked to the door.

“Carrie, I will trust you more,” she said as she opened the door.

“The next Saturday morning I came for a hair cut with my son.”

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“Hi Carrie,” Sandy said as she and her son entered the barber shop.

“So, I’m back like I said.

“My husband like the hair cut you gave me and we went for a two week vacation.”

“That’s okay,” Carrie told Sandy as she motioned her son to Carrie’s barber chair.

“I trust you will give him a great hair cut, like you did for me!”

“Do mean he “trust me” like his mother did two weeks ago?” Carrie inquired as she caped him.

Sandy just looked and smiled at Carrie.

“Like I said, “I trust you will give him a great hair cut, like you did for me!” Sandy said again as she sat in a waiting chair.

“But, NOT his eyebrows.”

Carrie smiled.

“The face shave!” Carrie asked her.

“His dad said he should get his face shaved,” Sandy told her as she picked up a magazine.

“The same hair cut” Carrie asked her as she stood on the right side of her barber chair with her clippers for Sandy to see.

“I trust you to give him a great hair cut,” she told Carrie and went back to reading her magazine.

Carrie looked at me.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I know what I would do!” I told Carrie.

She showed me her clippers.  I smiled when I saw it had not attachment on it.

I looked at her and smiled.

Carrie turned the clippers on and began moving them over his head, sending what hair he had to the floor.

She worked the clippers slowly over his head.

He was watching her, as well as his mother.

She glance up from her magazine.

“Trust me Carrie is giving you the same hair cut I trusted her two week ago,” she told her son.

“But, I see she is going to go a little shorter.”

Carrie finished with the clippers, she removed the cape and tucked a towel in his collar and spread it over his shoulders.

Sandy looked up from her magazine and smiled.

She put the magazine on the waiting chair next to her and watched Carrie.

She was spreading the shaving lather on the right side of his head, slowly lathering the back to the left side.

She showed Sandy her straight razor.

Sandy smiled, “Just like I trusted to two weeks ago.”

Carrie showed her son the straight razor and began stropping it over the leather strap.

She began shaving the right side of his head.

“Just like you trusted me two weeks ago?” Carrie said and smiled.

She wiped the excess lather from his head and put he head rest in the barber chair.

Carrie wrapped a warm towel over his face.

“Remember, NOT his eyebrows,” Sandy told Carrie.

His face lathered, Carrie stropped her straight razor and began shaving his face.

As he stepped from the barber chair, he brushed his face.

“Dad was right,” he began telling his mother, who sitting in Carrie’s barber chair.

“The face shave did feel great.”

Carrie began caping Sandy.

“Do you still trust me?” Carrie asked her.

“Yes,” she told Carrie.

“Just like two weeks ago.”

Carrie looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, “I tried.”

“I looked at her and said, “Maybe next time.”

Carrie began moving the attachment clippers up the right side of Sandy’s head.

Slowly working to the back and the left side.

Carrie looked at Sandy, showing the attachment less clippers and brushing left finger tips over Sandy right side of her head.

“Maybe another time,” Sandy told her.

“Just like I trusted you two weeks ago.”

Carrie took her comb and began moving the attachmentless clippers over the comb, as she slowly moved it back over Sandy’s head.

With the top of her head clippered Carrie removed the cape.

“YES,” Sandy told her quickly.

“Just like I trusted two weeks ago, you can shave my face and eyebrows.”

Carrie lathered the back and sides of Sandy’s head.

Carrie asked Sandy again, “Do you trust me a little more than two weeks ago!”

“Maybe when I come back in two weeks,” she told Carrie.

Carrie smiled and began shaving Sandy’s right side of her head, slowly shaving to the back of her head and to the left side.

After wiping the excess lather, Carrie had the barber chair, with it’s head rest in place, down.

She lathered Sandy’s face and eye brows.

Carrie, somewhat disappointed, shaved Sandy’s face and eyebrows.

Sandy paid Carrie and she and her son walked out the barber shop.

When they reached the door.

Sandy turned and said, “See you in three weeks Carrie.”

She stood there looking at Carrie.

“I will trust you a little more than today and two weeks ago!”

For the next three weeks Carrie and I wondered if Sandy would return.

Wondered if Sandy knew what “a little more” was.

Each time the barber shop door opened we would look to see who was walking in.

Carrie and I had our regular customers come by for their hair cut.

A few times Carrie wondered if she should asked a few of her female customers

“If they trusted her” with their hair cut.

She even thought about asking the mother of a twelve girl, who was giving her mother lip about getting her hair cut in a barber shop, “If she trusted her for her daughter’s hair cut”.

But, Carrie got a surprised when her mother told her to give her daughter a flattop.

The only problem was Carrie gave her a High-N-Tight instead.  Even her mother did not know the difference between a flattop and high-N-tight.

This had Carrie and I smiling.

I even told Carrie, “Maybe you should have shaved the back and sides of her head.”

“When her mother told me to give her a flattop was a surprised,” Carrie said.

“I did not give it a thought about asking “If her mother would trust me giving her daughter a hair cut.”

It was nine when the door to the barber shop opened and Sandy was walking in.

She was dressed in a light brown blouse, a short dark brown skirt, with four inch hight heels.  Her lips were a medium red.

Her ears were tripled pierced and the right side of her nose was pierced.

Carrie and I looked at each other.

“What a change,” I told Sandy as she sat in Carrie’s barber chair.

Carrie had her cape ready, as she sat in her barber chair and crossed her legs.

Carrie and I looked at each other again and shrugged out shoulders.

As Carrie clipped the cape in place, Sandy looked at her.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” Sandy told Carrie.

Carrie and I looked at each other with a surprise look.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” again Sandy told Carrie.

Carrie looked at me as she reached in drawer and showed me a jar.

I noticed what was on the jar.  In it was what I used to remove hair from between my legs.  And, I used it once a month.

Carrie stood on the right side of her barber chair, with her clippers with the quarter inch attachment on it.

Sandy looked at Carrie and the clippers with the quarter inch attachment on it.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” again Sandy told Carrie.

I crossed my arms and turned and sat in my barber chair to watch what Carrie was going to do.

“Does that go for your face and eyebrows?” Carrie asked Sandy.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” again Sandy told Carrie.

Carrie turned the clippers with the quarter inch attachment on and began slowly moving them over Sandy’s head.

I mouthed to Carrie, “Do you think she knows what kind of hair cut you are going to give her?”

When Carrie began clipping the left side of Sandy’s head, she looked at me and winked.

“I don’t care,” she told me.

With Sandy’s head clippered to a quarter of an inch, she remove the cape.

Just like she always does, she tucked a larger towel inSandy’s collar and spread it over her shoulder.

She wrapped a warm towel around Sandy’s buzzed head.

After a few minutes she removed the towel.

She reached back for the jar.

She turned to the back of her barber chair.

I knew what she was thinking, wondering.

She slowly opened the jar.

She looked at me.

“Just watching,” I told her.

Carrie’s fingers reached in the jar.

When she pulled it out her fingers had a larger amount of wax.

She began spreading it over the back of Sandy’s head.

She scooped more wax and began spreading over the top of Sandy’s head.

She tool another scoop and walked to the right side of her barber chair.

She took a deep breath and showed Sandy her right hand with the scoop of wax.

Sandy looked at her.

Carrie showed her the jar for her to see the big words HAIR WAX REMOVING.

Sandy looked at Carrie and turned to look at her self in the mirror over the waiting chairs.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” again Sandy told Carrie.

Carrie waited no time and began spreading the wax over the right sided of Sandy’s head.

Walking around the back of her barber chair to the left side of Sandy’s head and spread the hair wax.

Carrie stepped back and I sat waiting for the ten minutes, required for the hair wax to do it’s work.

Carrie stood behind her barber chair.  She looked at me.

“Back or side?” she mouthed to me.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

She took a deep breath and reached over the top of Sandy’s head and began slowly, as the instruction said, pealing the hair wax off.

When she had all the hair wax pealed off the top of Sandy’s head, she showed it to me.

The hair wax had removed all the hair off her head and a little below.

She walked to the right side of the barber chair and showed it to Sandy.

“I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” again Sandy told Carrie.

Carrie put the waxed hair on the shelf and began slowly pealing the hair wax off the back of Sandy’s head.

With the left and right sides of her head waxed, Carrie put the head rest in the barber chair.

She lowered the barber chair and wrapped a warm towel over Sandy’s face and eyebrows.

Removing the towel, she spread the hair wax over Sandy’s eyebrows and face.

After the ten minute waiting, Carrie started removing the hair wax of her face.

She placed each pealing on the arm of the barber chair.

She removed the hair wax off Sandy’s eyebrows.

After raising the barber chair, Carrie showed Sandy the hair wax with hair from her face and eyebrows.

“You know,” I said to Sandy.

“You will not have any hair for a month.”

She looked at me and Carrie.

“I trusted her a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.” Sandy told us.

Carrie and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders.

As Sandy stepped out of Carrie’s barber chair, she brushed her finger tips over her wax head.

She smiled and brushed and looked at her waxed eyebrows.

“This is better than shaving my eyebrows.”

As Sandy walked out the barber shop, she turned to us.

“Carrie, see you in one month,” she said.

“For another “I trust you a LITTLE more than the last two times I came for a hair cut.”

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