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Lisa instinctively lifted her hand to the back of her head and brushed the short hairs on the back of her head.  It was a reflexive action she had done a thousand times in her lifetime.  But since she had first cut her hair ultra short 5 weeks ago, she found herself doing it more and more.  Now that her hair had grown out from the faint stubble it had been, she enjoyed the feel of the hair on her hand.

And though she mostly hated short hair, she had to admit she liked how easy this style was to manage.  It required little, if any, fussing when she got ready for work in the morning.  It was pretty much wash-and-go.  Lisa had to admit the new stylist she used, delivered all that was promised.  And now it was getting to the point where she needed to call to see about making an appointment for a haircut.  Some day next week would be good.

As she dialed the phone of the salon, which was located across the plaza from the entrance to the building where she worked, she smiled and thought about her older sister.  Judy was three years older than Lisa and had always worn her hair very short.  As little girls, Judy had been the one who loved her pixie haircut, while Lisa despised getting her hair cut that way.  If Judy could only see Lisa’s hair now, she’d be shocked.  She would be down right amazed to see her baby sister sporting an ultra short bowl haircut.  Judy would wonder if hell had frozen over.

Lisa heard the phone ringing on the other end of the line, then a man’s voice answered.  This surprised her a little as she was wondering if she maybe got the wrong number. 

“Hello, Salon Tropez.  How can I help you?”

After a slight pause so Lisa could gather her thoughts.  “Ah yes!  I’d like to make an appointment for a haircut.”

“Certainly.  Do you have a stylist in mind?”

“Yes, I’d like Ray.”

“Oh hi, this is Ray.  Who am I speaking to?”

A little surprised Lisa answered, “Hi Ray, this is Lisa Hannaway.  You cut my hair about 5 weeks ago.”

“Sure, I remember you.  I gave you that great bowl haircut.”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“And when would you like to come in?  If you’re interested I have an opening later this afternoon around 5:10.”

“Oh, it doesn’t need to be today or even this week.  Frankly I was thinking of making it some day next week.”

“Nonsense.  You want to keep that cut looking good.  So if you have the time, why don’t you stop by after work and I’ll work my magic for you.”

Working his magic is right Lisa thought.  She didn’t know exactly what it was Ray did, but he seemed to almost put her in a trance the last time he cut her hair.  Having Ray cut her hair was truly an amazing experience, and since she had no real plans for the evening, she agreed to see Ray at 5:10 for a haircut.

The afternoon seemed to kind of drag on, but the moment 5:00 o’clock struck, Lisa was out the door. Her feet almost seemed to float across the plaza to the door of the salon.  And when she walked in the door, she immediately felt the warm and inviting atmosphere of the place.

As she turned to face the reception desk, she was surprised to see Ray standing there, smiling at her.

“Oh!  I didn’t expect to see you there.”

“Yes, I am doing double duty today.  In fact we all are.  Our regular girl Nina is out today, so everyone is kind of watching the front desk.”

Lisa felt Ray’s dark blue eyes inspecting her as he said, “I’m all set if you are?”

“Let’s do it,” she responded.

Lisa again followed Ray through the door leading to his booth and sat down in the chair facing the floor length mirror. Ray pulled a black cape around her.  Then he placed a ring of tissue paper around her neck, pulled the cape up and fastened it all together. 

“So what did all your friends and co-workers say about your haircut?”

“I got so many compliments I was shocked.  I kind of thought people would think I was nuts to make such a big change.  But everyone said I looked good with it cut like this.”

“So then, we’re doing the same?”

 
“I guess so.  But I was thinking maybe not quite as short this time on the sides and in back.  Maybe leave about an eighth of an inch – something like that.”

Ray didn’t respond but instead began to gently comb through her hair.  As he had the last time, he also pushed his fingers into the hair on the top her head.  Lisa had to stifle a sigh as she felt a warm rush go through her.  He said nothing more as he removed his silver clippers from the hook under the counter.  There was that familiar pop and buzz as the clippers came to life in his hand.  He moved to the right side of her head and tilted it slightly to the left.  Ray moved the clippers into the hair in front of her right ear and eased them upward toward the longer hair on top.  He stopped where the longer top hair started, about an inch above her ear.  Next he moved the clippers back around the ear.  Working again without a guard on the clippers, he was removing all the hair just as he did the last time.

Lisa noticed this and offered a mild protest,” Hey!  I didn’t want it quite as short this time!”

“I heard you, but really a shorter cut like this is a better look for you.  You trust me right?  And besides, your friends all said your hair looked great.  Why change it?”

Lisa settled back and relaxed again.  Ray was probably right.  Why change it if everyone liked it so much.  And she had to admit, she was beginning to really like it cut shorter.

Ray eased her head forward so her chin was touching her chest.  She felt the clippers move slowly up her neck and high on the back of her head.  As he moved to the center of her head, Lisa closed her eyes and reveled in the vibration the clippers made as he moved them in gentle strokes up the back of her head.

Then he was on her left side, taking the clippers high on that side and toward the back of her head.  When Ray turned the clippers off, Lisa felt a little disappointed that the sensation was over.  She looked straight ahead into the mirror at the woman with the blunt bowl haircut looking back at her.  Never in a million years did she think she would submit to such a cut.  Like this, it looked positively hideous!

But Ray was again combing the top hairs and scissoring off about a half inch.  Lisa loved the feeling of his fingers working through and holding her hair.  She closed her eyes again as he expertly worked at blending the longer top hair, into the shaved sides and back.

Finally Ray moved to the front and combed her bangs straight down. They had grown to where they now just reached her eyebrows.  Cutting from the left, Ray cut her bangs a little more than a half inch above her eyebrows.  Lisa was not sure, but the bangs looked to be much shorter this time.  But as she stared straight ahead into the mirror, she found that she was liking the look just as she had the last time Ray cut her hair.

Next Ray did something she did not remember before.  With his back to her, she heard a strange humming sound coming from the counter where he was standing.  When he turned to face her, she noticed he was holding a white creamy substance that looked like whipped cream.  Then she realized it was shaving cream.  And Lisa was interested to see what he was going to do with that.

“Because you’re enjoying the haircut so much, I wanted to give you something a little extra this time.”

With that he smeared the shaving cream along the right side of her head, around back and over on the left side. The shaving cream was warm and it gave her a warm, sleepy feeling. Next she heard him rubbing a straight edge razor along a leather strap he had attached to side of the chair.

Ray turned to her and moved the razor closely against the side of her head.  Beginning at the top, he worked the razor down from where the longer hair was.  As he moved the razor, Lisa was positively ecstatic at the feeling.  She gave out a little moan as Ray moved the razor around her ear and toward the back of her head.  Lisa closed her eyes as Ray again pushed her head forward so that her chin was touching her chest.  Then he moved the razor down the back of her head and made several passes.  Each was more exciting than the one before.  Then he shaved around her left ear.  When he was finished, he took a soft towel and wiped away the remaining cream.

Then Ray reached for the hand mirror so he could show Lisa his handy work in the back.

“It looks nice doesn’t it?  It’s such a good look on you.”

“Even though it is shorter than I wanted, It does look great!”

Next Ray used his hand brush to remove the stray hairs from her forehead, behind the ears and on the back of her neck.  As he removed the cape and the hairs fell away, Lisa was astonished to see how much hair had been cut.  She didn’t think she had that much hair on her head.  Then she instinctively moved her hand to the back of her head.  She felt smooth, bare skin where there had once been light hair.  Lisa rubbed her hand up and down several times, enjoying the feel.

“This feels amazing,” she said.

“I knew you were going to like it.”

“Thanks for everything.”

“It was my pleasure Lisa.  And next time, don’t wait so long for a haircut.”

Lisa stood and while still rubbing her hand over the back of her head and neck, she walked to the front of the salon to pay for her haircut.  She wondered why it always seemed like she was getting a shorter than expected haircut, but still really liking it.  Walking into the reception area, she felt the eyes of other waiting customers and liked the attention.  For a woman who had always hated short hair, she was really starting to like the look and the feel of shorter hair.  Then she smiled.

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