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He was not at all pleased with the current agreement that they had regarding, what was definitely her "Crowning Glory". Blond, straight, thick, silky, luxurious, soft.he could go on for ever. He definitely, definitely loved her hair. And the rest of her as well. He would have loved her and worshipped her even if he hadn't have had a particular "fondness" for hair. She was occasionally stunning, only when she wanted of course, but stunning.and always pretty; he had been amazed when they had first spent the night together, at how attractive she looked first thing in the morning (attractive in looks first thing in the morning, not always in an attractive mood).

Anyway, there had been no major problems between them for the three years that they had been together, not until yesterday anyway.

They had been in town shopping.not his most favourite occupation, and had gone to take a coffee at a nice little café near the market. As it was a hot day, she had suggested that they sit at the tables outside and that is where the problem began.

After ten or fifteen minutes of general everyday chatting, they were discussing nothing very important, when his attention had been momentarily distracted by a girl passing in front of the café. A brief glimpse had been enough to catch his attention. She was not particularly attractive; reasonably slim and everything in the right place, but not in the same league as the woman he loved. It was her hair that had grabbed his attention. It would have been impossible to have found a more perfect match between the two women's hair if they had been twins.

Impossible except for one huge, huge difference. Opposite him sat a woman with an immaculate shoulder length bob and a thick fringe to the bottom of her eyebrows, both perfectly trimmed to the millimetre. And behind her had walked a woman with hair long enough for her to sit on.

If he had been a cartoon, his bottom jaw would have hit the floor with a "clang". It was unbelievable. He just stared

The pain that suddenly shot through the shin bone of his left leg, was incredible. She had not seen the girl, but and had quickly realised that he was not really listening and turned to see the last few seconds of the long hair before it disappeared into the crowd of shoppers. She had also realised quickly that he was staring at another woman; and starring at another woman with incredible hair. This, her ego would never allow with out some kind of comment and as usual, his shin felt the full force of her womanly "opinion".

"What was that for?" he cried, rubbing vigorously.

"That was for ogling "Rapunzel" over there!" and he could see that she was genuinely not pleased.

She was also genuinely confused when he said.

"her hair was exactly the same as yours, did you notice?.everything except the length.colour, texture, everything.wow.if only you would grow yours, even half way that long.won't you think about it again, baby?"

That same old subject that divided them, was back. He liked hair, he loved bobs, and thick fringes and everything about beautiful hair and especially her hair. But if he could chose his absolute favourite, it would have been long hair.

And she knew this. He had been very open about it at the beginning, as he had been trying to get her to grow it. But she had never really been interested in having it long. For her, going to the stylist and having hair haircut was a fun experience and she loved being pampered. But to have to look after long hair, with the additional work involved was far too much effort for her, even though he had offered do the work for her. She had of course, occasionally teased him about growing it, but had always made sure he knew it was not a serious offer, very quickly.

So he had finally accepted a couple of months ago that a long bob was as long as it was going to get. This did not mean that occasionally he did not like to look at "long hairs" when they walked passed, but never thought that it was important enough for him to leave her or anything like that.

"I have told you so many times now, I am bored of the sound of my own voice! I don't want long hair, its too much hassle. I am not going to grow it any longer than this, so if you want to go with someone like HER, go with someone like HER!!" and she stormed off, knocking her chair over as she left.

For a minute or two, he just sat there and thought about what had just happened. He always knew that if she saw him looking at other women, especially if they were attractive or had beautiful hair, she would react jealously. She couldn't help it. It was natural. Its just that it wasn't possible not to look. That was natural too. So he had tried to stop himself, but had been too distracted for too long and this was the result.

All he really wanted to do now, was give her a big cuddle and say calming things whilst stroking her hair. He liked to try and take care of her and she liked him too as well, but only if she was in the mood.

When he finally got home, she was waiting for him with the usual tears and apologies. She was well aware that he didn't want anyone else, and she new that if she reacted jealously when he subconsciously looked at other women, that she needed to placate him fairly quickly and everything would be OK.

S, it was after a few days, when the "market" episode had all but been forgotten (by him anyway), and things returned to normal and as usual, they were very happy together. They were driving to see some friends one evening when she turned to him and said,

"you know that girl in the market that you were staring at the other day?.you know, the one with all that hair?

He had had these kind of conversations with her before and he knew that usually it was best to take care with what you said, so he replied cautiously,

"yes.? what about her?"

"I saw her again yesterday; well I think it was her. I only got to see her from behind the other day.but I doubt there are two women with hair like that living near here. I saw her coming out of that new clothes shop near the square; so I followed her. I don't know why, I guess I just wanted to see what she looked like from the front."

"and did you?"

"Yes"

"not as good looking as you, is she?"

she went bright red with pleasure, and smiled.

"Thanks baby, I had hoped you thought so. You will never guess where she went. I followed her all the way up the high street and into King's street. I thought she must be going to the library or something. Anyway, she went passed the library and headed straight for Jenny's salon at the far end of the street."

"I couldn't believe it, darling, by the time she got to the salon door, my heart was in my mouth."

"Did she go in?"

"yes.straight in, no looking, no nothing.straight in. I thought.she must have an appointment or something.but whatever happens, I have to see."

"I still can't believe that I was excited like this.I felt like a school girl with a bit of a crush, or something.it was amazing."

"so I went and sat down in the café across the street to see what happened. I spilt most of my coffee.I was so excited and nervous, my hands wouldn't stop shaking"

"so I sat down and, as it was not too busy, I got a good seat by the window.but the whole thing became a bit of a damp squib."

"What do you mean?" she could hear the intense level of disappointment in his voice."What do you mean a damp squib?"

"she didn't get her hair cut, or washed and dried or anything else."

"Why not? What do you mean.nothing at all?"

"No.nothing at all. But I expect that's because she didn't have time."

"what do you mean.didn't have time.what are you talking about sweetheart..why did she go to Jenny's salon then? He was frustrated and knew that she was teasing him (he also knew that it was quite possible that she was making the whole thing up just to get her own back). "come on baby, tell me.what do you mean she didn't have time!?"

and with a big smile she said,

"because she was going back to work." She gave him some time for it to sink in."it turns out that she is the new stylist at Jenny's salon."

Mixed emotions raced through his body; relief that the story didn't end in a cropping as he thought it might do and annoyance, because she had set him up and then knocked him down so cleverly. But he was soon smiling again.

"You cheeky cow, getting me all excited like that.and you too. I know you have made a joke and everything about it, but you wouldn't have followed her if you hadn't been caught up in the moment."

"Anyway my darling,". and now he was really smiling." I think that as a little punishment for making me feel bad about all of this.you should go and make an appointment with her."

Her turn to go the colour scarlet as the blood rushed to her face.

"yes.you said the other day that you need a trim.you should make an appointment with her, I am sure you will enjoy it."

She wanted to say no.desperately wanted to say no. She had had several "poor" haircuts at local salons, not at Jenny's, but local and she loved to go to London to get her hair cut.top salons.and great haircuts. But she was caught up in the moment and before she could convince herself that it wasn't a good idea, he was on the phone and making an appointment.

"hello.yes hi, is that Jenny's.great.yes, my girlfriend has asked me to make an appointment for her.no, not at jenny's before.a friend told her about the salon and recommended a new stylist, but I can't remember her name.yes long hair.that's the one.Martha at 6pm tonight.that would be great, thanks.a trim I think.yes, bye"

"There you are baby, all sorted"

At ten minutes to six, he was approaching the turning for the salon, when he pulled the car into a small car park and switched off the engine.

"I just wanted to say that I hope you enjoy your appointment, baby, you know that I love you and he leaned across and for two or three minutes they kissed and caressed romantically before she said,

"if I am going to do this darling, I have to go now!"

"OK, OK!!, off you go and enjoy" and smiling."give my love to Martha."

She began to hurriedly get out of the car, check she had money and everything and put her head back through the open window for a kiss.

"one more thing darling.you are so naughty earlier when you were teasing me because I just happened to look at another woman's hair and for refusing to grow your hair long when you know I love long hair, I think we should play a game today."

"what do you mean "a game"?"

"yes.its called "hair roulette"."

"What are you talking about."hair roulette", what's that?"

"Similar to Russian roulette in principal except that its about hair."

She was confused.

"hurry up darling.explain."whats hair roulette?"

"it's easy darling.when you are in the salon and seated and she asks you what you would like done..you say."a trim please". That bit is normal, but then comes the "roulette" part,.

From that moment, until you leave the salon, anything.and I mean ANYTHING that she suggests from then on.you HAVE to have"

and with that he kissed her, and drove away leaving her standing next to where the car had been.totally dumbfounded.

Her thoughts raced through her head.Hair roulette?.any style she suggests.it was ridiculous, she was obsessively controlling about her hair.there was no way she could accept this silly game of his, anyway, he had deserved to be punished.she had not done any more that any other self respecting woman would have done if she caught her man checking out other women.

And then."ting-a-ling"

It was the sound of the bells as she half consciously opened the door to Jenny's. and she was in.

Those familiar smells of perming and setting lotions.the sound of scissors and combs and everyday salon chatting.a totally normal hair salon. But not today.today it wasn't normal.today, for the first time since she was a small child she wasn't in charge, he was.or to be more accurate.Martha was.

The receptionist smiled at her as she approached the desk.she took a quick glance around and was pleased to see a fairly modern looking decor and a few happy looking clients.

"hello, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist said, still smiling.

"yes.with Martha I think her name is"

"Ah yes. OK, if you would like to take a seat, I will call her for you"

she sat next to the door and waited for about 2 or 3 minutes (although it seemed like 20) all the time fighting her desire to leave.she had sat where she did because she knew she could be out and away before they could say anything.and she was ready to go.if only her brain would let her.

It was too much.she was just too excited, nervous, afraid.confused, and was deciding that they would understand if she left, when she heard,

"Hello? You must be my next appointment". It was her, Martha, no doubts at all.the long blond hair was in a huge "bun" perched on the back of her head and she had a large smile across her face. But what she noticed about her more than anything was the strong accent.probably German, when she spoke.

"Have you been here to this salon before?" Martha asked as they walked across to the chair.

"No, this is my first time.you are new here?"

"Yes.in England too.I am a qualified hairstylist from Germany; Berlin to be more precise and have come to work in England for experience and to improve my language.Could you put your arms through these.yes, its put on like a coat.I have been here for 3 months now.it is a very lovely place here, but a little quiet for me. If you would like to sit please.thank you."

As the hairdresser had been talking to her, she had become more and more nervous as the moment approached for the question.and after this.the uncertainty of roulette.

She tried to relax as much as possible whilst Martha combed her hair, but it was impossible.she just hoped no one else could see how excited she was.

"so, what would you like today?"

Her heart raced.here it was.the moment of no return.did she go through with it.did she let him win and play his stupid game.

"Just a trim please" she smiled in the mirror at Martha,

"OK, no problem.(still combing).would you like a little trim or a big one?

This she had not expected.options, so she said,

"I am not sure, what is a big trim and what's a small one?" the levels of excitement were incredible.it was him that liked hair, him that wanted this roulette game and him that loved Martha's kind of hair, so why was she so into what was happening.she couldn't believe it was all real.

"I am sorry, I will explain.a small trim is about 1 cm and a big trim is between 3 and 5 cm.OK?"

"Yes, thanks".so which do I chose.she is supposed to chose, that's what he wants, and she was just combing my hair and waiting for the final instruction.

"I am not sure, do I need a big trim?" there, he couldn't complain now.

"You do have some split ends here and a little hair damage on the ends at the front.if I was you, I would have a big trim and cut off the damage.yes?"

She had known that this was going to be the result, but by now was oblivious.she had become so aroused by the whole proceedings, that she just wanted to scream to Martha to be

"Yes, that would be fine." Said with as much calm and composure as she could manage.

"In that case, I think I shall cut your hair dry to take the off the ends and then get you washed and trimmed.just wait a moment please, I shall need my other scissors."

All she could do now was stare at herself in the mirror.her shoulder length bob was about to lose about 5cm from the length, but she had no problem with this.it could have been much worse..her hair would look good 5cm shorter and she varied the length fairly regularly anyway.

If she was honest with herself, she was a little disappointed. Although she had fought against coming here, she was secretly excited by the idea and had been looking forward to it. When he had told her about the roulette, she had almost been unable to go through with it, and now.she was about to get a trim.OK, 5 Cm's.but none the less a trim.

And then Martha was back and combing her hair again.

"you have very lovely hair, have you ever thought about growing it long?"

"No, its not really my thing, long hair. My boyfriend loves long hair and would be very pleased if I did, but its just not me."

"I understand.it takes much work and I think that if I wasn't a hairdresser I would have cut it years ago.but I get help."

"OK.I am ready to cut your hair now. Because I need to concentrate, it will be difficult for me to chat.so I will asks questions related to the cut, but not chat otherwise.is this OK?

"OK.now, if you could hold your head perfectly still"

She could feel Martha's hand being placed on the top of her head and felt a little pressure as she pushed her head forward slightly and then.COLD.she felt cold steel on her neck.

"Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick" it was amazing, she could hear and feel the long cuts and hear the sound of the scissors as the sliced through her beautifully hair. She could see nothing, but could picture in her head, seeing the small clumps of thick blond hair as they floated slowly to the salon floor, and began to cover Martha's shoes.

"Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick" more hair was cut and she imagined the pile growing bigger.was she only cutting what she had said, or was she cutting more.it sounded like so much, and seemed to take forever.

"Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick" she couldn't bare it anymore and before she could restrain herself she leaned to the side to look at the floor. A large half circle of cut blond hair was beginning to form on the floor, but by no means had Martha cut more than she had said she was going to.

She felt the firm pressure of Martha's hand on her head pushing it forward again.

"nearly finished" she said amused.

"Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick.Schhhnnniick".

"there we are, not totally straight, but we can trim that after we have you washed."

She was beginning to enjoy herself now.Martha seemed a nice lady and didn't appear to be too scissor happy as had so many hairdressers in the past.

"I notice that you have a slightly longer neck than most people, this I am sure you have been told many times, yes?

"yes.quite often" she had been complimented on many things and her neck was a common one. She loved to be complimented, especially by other women.

"for me, I think that the bob style is perfect for you, but could I suggest that to make full use of that long neck, it would be better to wear your hair in a slightly different version of the bob. What I would like to do, if you would like me too, is take your hair much shorter at the back.not in a angled bob, more like a 1920's "bingle"

"bingle?" she was playing for time, the hairdresser was suggesting to take her hair much shorter and she needed time to think.to get herself out of this situation."whats a bingle?"

it's a mixture of a bob at the sides and a shingle at the back.similar to a graduated bob but with more blending.would you think that something like this would be good for you?"

She couldn't believe this.just as she had begun to relax and enjoy the experience, all her deepest fears.and fantasies arrived. Of course she could just say to Martha, no just a trim, but she couldn't.her thoughts were so fixed into this fantasy environment that she heard a voice saying.

"That sounds nice.would it definitely suit me?"

"yes, no question of that. It would suit the shape of your head perfectly"

"OK.I am willing to try..if you are sure it would suit me." She wanted to cry now.before it had been a bit of a game and then the 5Cm's were cut and she had enjoyed that, but now it was different. Now she about to get a cut that was a surprise.no pictures, no real idea, just a short haircut that this German hairdresser said would suit her.

Martha looked pleased. She had one of those looks on her face that said "I didn't think you would say yes", and it was obvious that Martha was going to enjoy this.

As the preparations were being made and Martha combed the hair from high on her neck forward and out of the way, she stared at her image in the mirror. Blond hair, cut off at just above the shoulder, slightly hot and nervous looking face with long lengths of blond hair hanging down over her fringe, and tried to imagine this picture with its new haircut.

"PLOP"

she jumped.she had been looking at herself and had not noticed that during the preparations, Martha had picked up a pair of large clippers.

"I am just going to take the neck short first and then I shall cut the neck again and the sides and front with the scissors." She could once again feel the pressure from Martha's hand as she pushed her head forward, although this time her chin was resting on her chest.

The sound of the humming machine grew steadily louder as they approached the side of her neck and she tensed as the cold metal teeth touched her neck.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," With a screaming, buzzing sound, she felt the cold metal as it was slowly pushed up the back of her head, slicing its way through the thick hair and leaving a deep furrow where it had pl owed.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," she noticed the change in the tone as the wicked teeth cut through her beautiful hair.another furrow of hair.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," great piles of hair were falling to the shiny floor.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," she was in a dream.her head being gently pushed this way and that by Martha, as she ran the clippers up the back of her head.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," would it ever stop.she knew that the clippers had an attachment, but she could see how much hair had already fallen and was beginning to be a little worried as the hairdresser ran and re ran the clippers half way up the back of her head and with a flick finished the stroke.

"bbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzschhhhhhhhhhh," and flick to finish.again and again

And then, with a small "click".it was finished.

Martha smiled at her in the mirror, but she could say nothing to the stylist.

"was that OK?" she had dreaded Martha asking her a specific question that needed an answer, but before she could mumble a response, Martha said,

"I am going to blend the rest of the back hair into the neck now, so I am afraid its head forward again" and pushed her gently into position.

She couldn't see what was happening as her head was to far down to see in the mirror, but she could feel as Martha combed up her neck and lifted the hair slightly away from the head, followed immediately by a series of quick.

"snip,snip,snip,snip".comb the hair down flat a few times and then reverse the comb, comb the hair up, lift and.

"snip,snip, snip, snip" and repeat.comb down a few, comb up, lift and.

"snip, snip, snip, snip".

By now she was hopelessly gone; Martha could have done anything to her and she would have been happy.as the hairdresser combed and snipped, she was oblivious to anything else.comb, comb and snip.for what seemed like hours and she hoped would just never end.

"snip, snip, snip, snip"

And then.

"OK.lets get you to a sink"

she wanted to cry out."NO!!!.please , cut some more.are you sure its short enough at the back." anything that would get Martha to start cutting her hair again.

But she said nothing.she couldn't.just wanted to.

She was marched to a basin and shampooed and washed by one of the Juniors who worked there. She didn't even know which one wash washing her.all she could do was to stop herself from running from the salon.she was not sure how she would cope with Martha cutting hair again, not with scissors. At the mirror she had not been able to see much, but she knew how much had been cut and she knew how short it was.she was so looking forward and yet dreading the snipping of Martha's shears.the first time had been amazing and she was all in a panic.she began talking to herself in her head to try and control her nerves."come on.why are you being so silly.its only a haircut.and whatever the result, it grows quickly" but this wasn't working.this was not any longer "just a haircut".she had never felt excited in this way before; she loved having her haircut, but it was never like this.anyway, she tried to be a little more calm and as the girl continued to wash, she decided she had to relax and behave in a normal fashion or eventually she would be noticed.

Then, the girl Junior was finished and she was back at the mirror, with the girl running a comb through her wet hair. "OK.nice and relaxed.you are fine.deep breath" still talking in her head, and as the girl combed, she relaxed a little. When Martha returned, she stood behind the chair and placed her hands on her clients shoulders."up a little now I think" and began to pump the chair up a couple of pushes with her foot."that's better" and began to comb her through again.

"OK.now I will cut the sides to blend in at the back and hang like a bob at the front".

And she was cutting again, but this time, the same as in any normal salon.sectioning off areas and then cutting either along straight fingers or along the comb.long slow cuts this time, no more quick little "snips": and the scissors were much quieter too.almost silent, such a change to before. She watched Martha in the mirror as she worked combing and measuring, cutting and combing again.and she was spellbound.totally different to before.now she just watched Martha.comb and cut, comb and cut.the hairdressers concentration was total.comb and cut., comb and cut.

her trance like state was only broken when the hairdresser said,

"do you want to keep your fringe at the same length, or go a little shorter?.I think either length would suit you",

there was only going to be one answer today and they both new it.

"Shorter would make a nice change" and the hairdresser was around the front and combing her thick fringe down over her eyebrows.she placed the scissors at about 1cm above the brow and said.

"you might want to close your eyes to stop the hair from getting in them"

"OK," but she only closed them slightly.she just could not miss this part.now Martha was no more than 15cm away from her face, staring intently as she carefully snipped the fringe in a perfect arc, 1cm above the eyebrow.snip and check, snip and recheck until satisfied it was perfect. "yes, I like that" said Martha as she stood behind her client and flicked her fingers through the now much shorter and neater fringe.her client could say nothing.she was looking at a familiar face, but slightly unfamiliar.much shorter hair at the sides and back and a shorter fringe had changed the way she looked completely.it would take her days to decide whether she liked it or not.it was so different. But Martha was not finished.

After she had dried her hair thoroughly, she combed her through again and.

"PLOP".

"OK.head forward again please.I must tidy that neck line I think" and with a much higher sound than before, the smaller clippers

"bbbzzzzzzrrrrrr.bbbzzzzzzrrrrrr..bbbbzzzzrrrr" as she gently moved them around the hairline, neatening and tidying as she went.

And that was it.finished

Martha removed the gown and brushed the hair from her neck and clothes and gave her a final brush through.

"what do you think?.are you pleased.I think it really suits you?"

she was genuinely surprised.many hairdressers had the client paying and out the door before you could snap your fingers, but she could tell Martha really cared, so she said

"I love it.it looks great.I have never had it this short before, and I am glad I have.thanks" and she gave Martha her best smile. She had no idea how she was feeling.the whole event had lasted an hour and a half and and it had felt like four.all she wanted to do was get home and try and assess what had just happened.

As she got off the bus, she felt relieved that she hadn't seen anyone she knew.she wasn't ready to talk about her new hairstyle until she had had plenty of time to check it and re check it.she had had no time in the salon and needed to relax and prepare herself.

Then she remembered him.

He was at home and waiting for her upstairs in the bedroom. he would be fairly sure that she would just have a trim.he expected her to go through with the haircut, but only a trim.if the hairdresser had suggested anything else, she would have said no thanks, and then tell him when she got home that the hairdresser had suggested nothing.

So that was why he had put a tape recorder in her bag.

He didn't mind if she just had a trim.he loved her hair and wanted her to grow it longer. He knew that she would keep the bag either next to her on the chair or on the shelf below the mirror.with any luck he would be able to hear something.and if the hairdresser did suggest something and she lied to him he would tease her about it for months.

And then he heard the front door.

As she put the key in the lock, her heart was pounding faster than she thought possible.she couldn't believe she was so excited. She entered the house and closed the door quickly behind her, moving across the room to the downstairs bathroom.

In the bathroom she quickly checked herself in the mirror and, as quietly as possible, moved upstairs to their bedroom. She couldn't hear anything and there was no light under the door.

She was very nervous as she slowly opened the door to their room, but could immediately see that from the shape of the bed covers he was there.and her heart raced again.

She slipped out of her clothes and into the bed next to him whispering."I did what you told me too darling." And reached to switch the bedroom light on. He stopped her with his hand and said softly,

"not yet, baby.I think I want to feel what its like first." and with a smile on his face that she couldn't see, he said

"its just I think we should listen to a little "music" too.shall I put a tape on?."

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