The sign said, Hair Cuts, Men $6 - Women $8 - Children $5.That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair.The magazines were an... odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern Woman and GQ.The hair stylist who called me to her chair was named Bonnie.I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.You've got lovely hair, she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that before.She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?I said, just trim it up. Robert then inflicted great pain on the man's testicles, again asking him if he was the leader of the group, but not releasing the pressure. The man said that Sid was the one who hired him to drive the car, and he never went into the house. Robert then planted a suggestion into the man's mind that unless he told the police everything he knew, his balls would feel as if they were being crushed.Robert then went in to Sid's room, causing a pain in his head that he thought would kill him. Robert. We drove even slower. My main interest was the wall of the valley. I was scanning it to see if I could spot any caves. If we came back here again I wanted somewhere we could camp in relative safety. I thought a cave would do. We might have to clear it out of any creature that was living there already but it would give us an alternate spot other than in the ravine. Since the vegetation was sparser on this side of the valley I thought we had a better chance of finding one. Unfortunately, if there. After dinner when everything was put away we all went to the living room and had drinks and talked. I had to admit that I was starting to get used to being almost naked in front of everyone, and after about thirty minutes and two drinks I said, "Shit," while I was talking. Nancy told me that I was not allowed to curse in any way during the weekend. After about twenty more minutes I slipped and said "shit" again. Nancy got really stern and told me that I had already been warned; if I did it.