"Now it's my turn." She said as she sat in the chair. "I washed my hair to get any mousse or other stuff out of it. Now it is yours except.well, not too short for this first time please."
I was admiring the work she had done, my shiny head, not a hair on it when I was taken out of my trance by Kate's repeated "Now it's my turn."
Without another word I cleaned and oiled the Wahl then asked "Do you prefer pink, lavender, yellow or light blue?"
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Those are the colors. I'm not telling you the length. You've used these clippers on me for years you certainly should know what they are." I knew I had her. Her pride didn't let her admit she hadn't paid attention and at the same time she was suspicious enough to question my suggestions. "Well?!" I prodded.
Biting her lower lip she said "Pink"
Without waiting for her to have second thoughts I placed the ½" attachment on the clippers, parted her hair enough in back so I could work the clippers into the hairline starting at the base of her neck. Turning the clippers on I decided to savor the moment slowly moving them up the back until they reached the crown. Not much progress was apparent at first so I did it again and again until all the hair behind her ears and up to the crown was half and inch long.
I could see Kate as she breathed harder and heavier as she sheepishly said, "You're right about the arousal part. I feel like I could burst and I can see you are too.Can we go shorter?" She pleaded.
"Perhaps you should see the results of this one first." I suggested.
"Okay, that probably is best." She said thoughtfully.
"Do you want to
feel what I've done so far?" I asked.
Biting her lower lip and tightly closing her eyes she raised her right hand to the back of her head. "Oh my god, it's so soft. I'm still thinking about shorter."
"You're right about the feel but you need to see the look first before we go shorter." I urged but only half-heartedly. I knew she would want to resist my suggestion of going shorter.
Turning the clippers back on, I moved the clippers down the middle from her forehead to the crown. I repeated this motion again and again on the top of her head and then moved to the right side of her head then moved to the left. In a few minutes her shoulder length hair was reduced to a half inch buzz.
Looking at herself in the mirror for the first time her jaw dropped then composed herself enough to say "It's beautiful. I can't believe it. I am beginning to see what you mean."
Then turning and looking at me out of the corner of her eye she said. "How is it being bald?"
"Love it." I answered.
"Great, I think we'll see how the summer goes. Maybe I'll go short again later. How about you? You want to stay a baldy all summer?" she asked.
"I could see doing that. When do you want to consider another hair cut?" I asked.
"How about a month from now?" she suggested.
"A month it is then. Let's sweep up the hair, put things away and then." I trailed off as it was clear she wanted to speak.
"Let's go to bed. I'm interested in what it's like to make love with a baldy." She said.
"When you're right, you're right."
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