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THE CUEBALL SALON (PART FOUR: LORNA'S MARRIAGE AND PREGNANCY)

Lorna's relation with Brian didn't last a long time. When it ended she stopped shaving her head and let her hair grow out. At last, when it was long enough, she had it shaped into a short bobstyle which she kept during her further years at high school. She was surprised that the quality of her hair had improved and thanks to the good care of the hairstylists the shape was irreproachable. Every summer Lorna stayed with her grandma in Boston and of course she then visited the Cueball.

After graduation from high school Lorna told her mother that she wanted to become a hairstylist and to work in that well-known and much appreciated salon, especially visited by youngsters, the Cueball. Patti didn't like the idea, she wanted her daughter to go to college and follow an academic study. They extensivily discussed the matter but couldn't reach an agreement.

Of course Lorna visited her granma that summer too and she asked Paula's advice. This one convinced Lorna to follow her mothers wish.

"Go to college for one or two years and in the mean time you can take lessons at a beauty institute with evening courses. When you succeed in being matriculated at the university here in Boston you may stay in my apartment."

Lorna did as her granma had suggested and everything went according to plan.

Towards the end of her first year at the university, where she had chosen to study history of art and culture, the beauty institute asked volunteers for demonstrations. Lorna enlisted and asked for which styles she would be available she answered: "Every style, I don't care which."

"Well, that's very convenient. You'll get an appeal from us."

It didn't take not much time. Lorna didn't know what she had to expect but certainly she never had imagined that she should be chosen as a model to demonstrate hair-extension! After the demonstration she found herself with long hair, several inches past her shoulders!

Shortly after she got a message that there would be a vacancy at the Cueball. Would she be interested? So Lorna had to decide: another year at the university or take the offered position?

It wasn't that simple. The sudden extension of her hair had elicited a desire to let it grow. Afer all those years of short styles or a shaven head it was intriguing to have long hair again and working at the Cueball required a shaven head.

Then she really did like studying history of art and she considered to continue it, strongly supported by her mother who urged her to obtain a university degree.

And a last but not the least important factor was Charles, her new boyfriend. She had met him at college and when she had told him that she had enrolled as a hair-model he had feared that her hair should be cut short. He had been delighted to see her back with longer locks. He loved long tresses! And Lorna loved him and she didn't want to disappoint him.

And that settled the matter: not the Cueball but the university. A second and third year.

Lorna graduated at last cum laude and was offered a position at the university. Lorna loved it. She loved Boston and she loved Charles above all. Soon her hair had grown to waistlength again.

Lorna was married to Charles and soon he expressed his wish that they should try to get a baby.

"No, I'm 23. We have enough time, I should like to wait a few years," Lorna answered.

But Charles was insistent. Again and again he tried to persuade Lorna to stop contraception. Before she was married she had asked her gynaecologist to insert a capsule under the skin of her arm which would make her infertile for at least three years.

At last Lorna gave in and had the capsule removed.

A few months later, at the start of November, she got a positive result of a pregnancy test.

When her pregnancy reached its eighth month in July and her abdomen expanded more and more a heatwave came to development. The temperature sometimes rose to 35* C and at night it hardly cooled down. For Lorna it was almost unbearable. Every movement consisted of a torment to her.

One morning she said sighing: "A woman experiences much discomfort bearing a child. I have done it for you, my love, as you want a baby so much."

"I know, darling. I wish I could do something to make you more comfortableas long as it is so hot."

"You can do something."

"Name it, sweetheart, I'll do anything you want except divorce and leave you," he laughed.

"I know you wouldn't do that. If you will do everything, please, cut my hair. This mass of hair makes me crazy in this heat."

"Cut your hair? Me? I don't know how to do that. Shouldn't I ask if a stylist is willing to come over?"

"No, you can do it. Just cut it very short and shave my head."

In bewilderment Charles looked at her: "Shave your head? I thought.....a nice short style."

"No!" Lorna said resolute, "I have thought back and recalled the time that I had no hair and how I enjoyed that and I want to have the experience again. I want my scalp totally hairless and smooth."

Charles couldn't make her change her mind.

"You said you would do anything for me. I bear our child , earlier than I would have wanted, to please you. Now you have to make a sacrifice, I know that you love my long hair. I promise that I'll let it grow again as soon as our baby has been born and when it is long enough I'll have it extended . Please my love, I beg you."

"I hadn't thought of extensions. Okay, I'll do it, just say when."

"Do it now. I can't bear another hot day with this mop of hair."

Charles gathered her hair and tied it into a big ponytail next to her crown.

"Cut it with clippers, darling, the bulk is too thick for scissors. It would take so much time severing it from my head."

"It hurts, sweetheart, nevertheless I'll do it."

Charles put a number 4 guard on the clippers after having got the ponytail out of the way, switched them on and placed them at the hairline. In one sweep he brought them across the top of her head to her nape, went back and repeated the movement just to the right of the first several times. Then he turned to the right sideburn and ran the clippers in front of her ear to her temple, above and behind her ear and down to the nape. He cleaned up the remaining hair on the backside of her head and nape and turned to the left side. Soon all of Lorna's hair had been reduced to a length of 1/2 inch.

"We could leave it as short as it is now," Charles suggested.

"No

way," Lorna was again determined. "I told you that I want a totally smooth scalp. Remove the guard!"

Charles sighed but obeyed. This time he started at her nape. Lorna began to purr like a kitten when she felt the clippers running across her scalp, shearing the short hair to stubble. Charles got aroused seeing his wife's bare skin appearing. He could hardly stop moving the clippers again and again across her scalp and Lorna didn't mind. But once every hair had been removed there no longer was any reason to continue.

"My goodness, this is crazy! I've never known how good you look without hair. The scape of your head is so beautiful and your nape! Graceful like a swan!"

"Glad that you like it. But you are not yet ready. Shave me!"

"Oh yes!" Charles exclaimed. "I'll love to!"

He spread shaving gel out across her head and shaved her with a safety razor, with short strokes just as he did shave his face. Lorna nearly exploded while feeling and hearing the scraping and Charles apparently enjoyed it ever so much.

"I never saw you with a shaven head. You look marvellous!" He was delighted and kissed her passionately.

"Oh my darling, I'm so glad that you did this for me, thank you, thank you!"

Both were so aroused that in spite of the heat and the problems Lorna's bulging belly caused they succeeded to have a stormy intercourse!

About six weeks later Lorna was admitted to hospital to give birth to her baby. She delivered a beautiful boy after she had got an epidural analgesia. She was totally enraptured and only wished that she had got pregnant sooner.

"You see?" Charles said, "I told you so often!"

"Yes darling, you were right, I'm sorry that I hesitated so long. Forgive me."

Of course he did, he was too happy with his son.

As soon as she was back home Lorna asked her husband: "Would you do me one favour?"

"Of course, my dear, what do you want?"

"I promised to have my hair grow back after our baby was born but I would love it to experience a headshaving one last time."

Charles facial expression got sterner; "Lorna, I think we should talk."

Lorna got worried:"Is something wrong?"

"You forced me to cut off all of your hair. You know how I loved your beautiful tresses."

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry to have been so selfish. At that time I was so upset by those high temperatures that I was unreasonable. Can you forgive me?"

"Listen Lorna, it is not enough to say sorry or to ask for forgiveness. You deserve a punishment, don't you agree?"

Lorna bent her head: "Yes darling, I think you are right."

"Well, say it!" Charles shouted in an angry voice.

Lorna was startled. Never before he has shouted at her like that. She began to cry.

"I should be punished because of my disbehaviour," she sobbed.

"Okay," Charles said, milder now,"Hear my verdict: you will remain bald for an indefinite time and I'll shave your head every day."

Lorna sobbed unceasingly and concealed her head against Charles' chest.

"No need to cry, sweetie, don't be sad," Charles said while he caressed her head.

Lorna lifted her head and looked up at her husband with eyes wet of tears: "I'm not sad, I cry of joy."

Charles laughed: "I'm not cross with you. Your scalp tingles like sandpaper."

"Oh darling, arrange that! I hardly can wait for you to shave me."

"Okay, don't let us waist any time. Sit down and I'll fetch my tools."

While he lathered her scalp Lorna asked: "How long is indefinitely?"

"Just what it says. But as your trespasses have been severe it shouldn't be shorter than a year."

"Oh sweetheart, you make me a happy girl!"

"A happy mother. But we are not alone. We must consider other people's feelings. What will your colleages say when you return to work at your institute? What will be the reaction of your professor?"

"They already know! They have visited me to congratulate me and admire our son. And professor White won't object. She herself has short hair and more than once has remarked that it must be very time consuming washing, conditioning, drying and styling that long hair. No, she will be glad!"

But everything took a turn when on account of retrenchement policy the position of Lorna at the institute became superfluous and she was didmissed before the end of her pregnancy leave. Some months later again a vacancy arose at the Cueball and this time Lorna applied and was accepted as a trainee. So she probably became the first stylist with a Master of Arts degree!

About one year later Charles' education as a surgeon was finished and as he got an appointment at a hospital in Atlanta they had to move. Lorna was pregnant again at that time and she didn't look for a job for the time being. Once their second child had been born, a girl, she would see how the land would lie.

During the time that Lorna was employed at The Cueball the prorietor changed his instructions concerning the hairstyle of the stylists: he wanted them to cut their hair in what he called " future and fantasy cuts." They were all short styles, dyed in daring colours, sometimes with shaven patches. But no longer a totally shaven head.
When Charles and Lorna moved to Atlanta he told her he wanted his wife to let her hair grow. Lorna agreed. Afterall she wanted long hair back too.

Being at the age of 26 now Lorna has a beloved and loving husband, two lovely children and beautiful tresses which already pass her shoulders as a result of weaving extensions into her hair. No job yet but the children keep her busy!

The end.

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