We're going to work more deeply now but again if you become uncomfortable please let me know." Sure," replied Kaitlin."Can I get you anything? Do you ...need a drink?" That would be great thanks. There's a part empty bottle of champagne in the mini-bar, it would be criminal not to finish it. Pour yourself a glass if you like, the glasses are in the top drawer." Thanks, but not while I'm working. I'll get you one though. A bit of alcohol and massage tend to mix very well. I suppose it's both the. "Yes," I replied.She stayed silent for a minute and kissed him."So, do you mind if I ask your name?" The woman asked.I thought of lying to her, but then I thought of something, how did she get my phone number?"Wait a minute, how did you get my phone number?" I asked."Well, from your facebook page Megan Hunt. We got your name from Ted, your doorman, he adores you. I'm Tina and this my husband Matt, do you mind if can I ask you something?" Tina asked."OK," I replied.I literally had no idea what. In a pensive mood, I peered into the bottle, studying my reflection. Mid 20’s and already my face was beginning to sag and wrinkle, as if the sins of my life were etched on my face. My brown hair was cut into a neat side parting, a souvenir from my army days, my green eyes perpetually world-weary and heavy. I tossed the bottle to one side, savagely relishing as it shattered against the oak door. My mind was still restless, seething with the possibilities, options, risks and choices that laid. I stood andstretched and then swung my new mane about as they watched. They eachreached to touch my new hair and sort portions out.As Marlene brushed it she said, "It is a wonderful look Sara."The stylist was happy and so was I. For the first time when I looked inthe mirror I saw the woman I had become. No fake chest nor a wig. Thedetails had been all in my mind but the long light brown hair finished mylook."This is simply amazing ! I couldn't understand how much work it wouldrequire but girls.