A girl and her dreams
In today’s story, we have Laura in the foreground. A very attractive 26-year-old woman who was newly hired at a well-known marketing firm in New York. A few days ago she received a message from her friend from college, Amanda, whom she hadn’t seen for many years, in which she wrote that she was passing through town and she would like to meet and gossip like girls used to.
This is the day they were supposed to meet. Early in the morning, Laura started preparing to meet her friend so as not to be late. She started by taking a warm bath, which helped her relax after the whole exhausting week. After the bath, she applied her make-up, using shades that matched the outfit she was going to wear. Now it’s time for the hair. Her hair had grown a lot since she graduated from college. If at graduation her hair reached halfway down her back, now it completely covered her bottom. Laura started combing it, making sure there were no more knots in it and then she made some gorgeous curls at the ends of the hair.
“I’m done” she said admiring her curls that tickled her ass. She dressed in a beautiful red dress, assorted the dress with a pair of high-heeled shoes and did a pirouette in front of the mirror. As she pirouetted, her long chestnut locks swirled around her like a hero’s cape. “I love my hair,” she said, and walked out the door of her apartment.
On the way to the restaurant where she was going to meet her friend, almost everyone turned their heads after her. At one point she stopped in front of a window, ran her hand through her mane, making sure she looked perfect and hurried to the restaurant.
In front of the restaurant, her friend, Amanda, was waiting for her, who looked the same as at graduation, even the dress she was wearing was the same. Amanda was not a fan of fashion and she didn’t really like going shopping. Her hair was the same length, barely past her small shoulders.
As soon as Laura saw her, she ran to Amanda, taking her in her arms and hugging her tightly.
Laura: I’m so glad to see you again. It’s been so long since we last talked.
Amanda: Nice to see you too honey. You look so well. You look gorgeous as always. Wow, how long your hair has grown. May i touch it?
Laura: Thank you, I let it do its job and it grew long. Of course you can touch it my dear.
Amanda running her hand through Laura’s hair, exclamed: How soft and silky it can be.
Laura: Oh, thank you. I love to have long hair.
Together they entered the restaurant and sat down at a table, the only one available because it was lunch and everyone rushed to grab a table.
The two women ordered and waited for the food to be brought.
Laura: I’m going to the bathroom to wash my hands, my dear. She stood up and headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom she washed her hands and looked in the mirror.
Laura said to herself: I’d better braid my hair so it doesn’t get tangled when I eat. Then she removed the rubber band from her wrist and began to braid her hair. When she finished braiding her hair, her braids were 3 feet long.
Satisfied with the way she looked, she returned at the table.
Amanda: My dear, you look so good with your hair up like that. You’re gorgeous.
Laura: Thank you, please stop with the compliments or I’ll blush.
After some time the food came and the girls started eating while they told each other what they have done since they hadn’t seen each other.
Laura put her braid on her back over the back of the chair so it wouldn’t get in her food.
Meanwhile, the table behind them vacated and after the table was cleared by the waitres, another person was seated at the table. The person who sat down was a general who had just returned home. You could see on his face that he is very strict and that he does not like to be stepped on his feet.
The general ordered a soup and started eating.
As the girls laughed and gossiped, Laura didn’t notice her braid getting into the general’s soup, spilling it onto his pants.
The general, furious at such disrespect and inattention, reached into one of the pockets of his army trousers and took out a sharp knife. Madly irritated that his first day off the job started so badly, he grabbed Laura by the braids, pulled her hard towards him, making her head fall back.
Laura: Aahhhh, aahhhh, my hair.
The general in a raspy tone: Haven’t you learned to keep your hair in your personal space? I see it’s long.
Laura: I’m sorry if it bothered you. Laura said still pulled by her hair.
The General: If it bothered me with something? I got all your hair in my soup and now it’s hairy and disgusting.
Laura: I’m very sorry, I’ll pay for your soup, and I’ll order you another one.
The General: Oh no, there’s no need, but you’ll learn a lesson today. If you want to have long locks, then you have to take care of it and keep it in your personal space otherwise bad things will happen.
Laura: But I took care of it. Please forgive me. She said crying while he still held her firmly by the hair.
The General: You took care of it but you didn’t keep it in your personal space, so I have to give you a punishment.
Laura: Oh no, I’m really sorry, please leave my hair alone.
The General: It’s time to say goodbye to this braid.
Without waiting for an answer from Laura, he plunged the knife to the back of her neck, where the braid begin, and began to cut.
Laura started to cry even harder when she heard the sound of strands of hair breaking.
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Little by little, the strands of the braid broke one by one and in the end the braid detached from Laura’s head.
Laura’s head moved forward once the tension was over. With tears in her eyes, she turned her head towards the general, and she saw the beautiful braid in the hands of the general, who, satisfied with the punishment he gave to Laura, handed the braid to her.
General: Your hair seems to have been 3 feet long, but if you didn’t take care of it, what should I do? I hope you learned your lesson. No more braids in someone’s soup.
Laura, still shocked by what happened, takes the braid from him and looks deeply at what her hair once was. The general sits down at the table again and orders another soup. The silent Laura looks at her friend and waits for her to say something about this scene. Amanda gets up from the table and went to Laura, she took her hand and said:
Amanda: Let’s go my dear.
They both pack their things, go to the bar to pay, so they don’t have to wait for the bill at the table and leave the restaurant.
Once they are outside, Amanda says:
Amanda: I’m really sorry about what happened to you, but please stop crying. It will grow back. You are beautiful even with short hair. Believe me.
Laura, admiring the braid she was holding in her hand, says: All my long hair is gone. It will take me years to grow my hair that long.
Amanda, trying to console her: Maybe there’s no need anymore. Maybe from now on you too will enter the world of girls with short hair. You will see that you will like it and you will never want to grow it back again.
Laura: Don’t be so sure…
They both left for home without talking too much.
