. cut it all off. Shave it off. Make me a man, but I couldn't sayanything. I nodded. Kimberly nodded, and watched as Sheila bobbed it off atmy shoulde...rs, and added some volume to it. She blew it out and my hair fellin dark, beautiful waves to my shoulders. Giving me a mirror, I saw it wasthick and shiny and just above my shoulders. Kimberly loved it, I just wantedto go home.I put the top up on my convertible for the drive home, not wanting to mess upmy hair right after it was styled so nicely.. “Stand up!” she ordered. Feeling very wobbly in the knees, I nonetheless obeyed. “Do you want to FUCK me?” she asked staring lustily into myeyes. I swallowed hard and answered “YES”. “Well, then why don’t you,” she said. “Because I’m a dedicated professional, and I don’t want to getinvolved with my clients” I told her, swallowing hard. “By the bulge in your pants, I don’t think you’re committed. It was 7 AM and the sun was beginning to rise in the eastern sky. Birds sang in the trees, enjoying their few hours of freedom from humans.Jeannie went to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror, examining her tired-looking features. She tossed her hair back and away from her face. It still looked pale. She scanned her skin for pimples, a daily habit that drove her twin sister crazy. Zoë couldn't understand her obsession with skin care. Zoë stormed out of the bathroom every. “He was an ex-con with an attitude,” the old man said to me. “But he kept his head down around the other cons. He had obviously been beaten inside.”“You ever been inside,”I asked.“This place is like a jail for me. You be around cons long enough, you get to know them,” he said with a smile.“Did you kill Jaybird,” I asked.“Hell no, I hated what he did eight years ago, but I didn’t hate the man he had become. He was just another con to me,” he replied looking at me and ignoring Joan.“Did he have a.