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. You just happen to have the same name. Or a variant. On the other hand, seeing Rachel almost sent me into shock. She was a flirtatious teen I fantasized about for sixty years. Then, suddenly she was flesh and blood, holding my hand and eventually making love to me.”“But she wasn’t part of this world?”“No. The variant of this world I came from had no National Service, for example, and would never get one because our politics are so divided that the mention of anything mandatory would bring. You slip our underwear off and push us into each other, squeezing our asses as I bring one leg forward to part his and we grind into each other, cock on cock pre-cum dripping as I kiss his neck, cup his ass and he moans. You pull slightly back, disheveled but still fully clothed, and gasp in lust at the scene of two naked and sweating male bodies grinding on each other and your hands, no longer on us, hike up your skirt and you slip your fingers beneath your soaked panties to rub yourself as. . For whilst seeming an angel, the girl next door, to everyone, she was far from it, all she was, was a slut. All she knew and all she wanted, was for her pussy to be thrilled. Its what she lived for....by far the most promiscuous, depraved, sexual, individual i have ever met. No one I`ve ever met even comes close to her. She had depravities that were special and unique, gave herself to being lascivious and her “uncaged” desires with a joy that has to be seen to be believed. One night we sat in.