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It's been five yearssince I started the treatment to bring my hair back from the dead, andit's still the same glorious shade of chocolate brown and still thesame thickness. It's grown past my waist and I'm still the envy andtalk of the town. I have to admit I'm flaunting it a bit. I dress moreprovocatively and purposefully attract attention sometimes. My husbandloves it when I dress up and though I've been flirted with by other menon a frequent basis, I've never cheated on him.

Ihave noticed a bit of a slump in our sex lives of late, however. Mysexy clothes and lingerie seem to excite him, but something stilldoesn't feel quite right. We've talked about it, and he denies thatanything is wrong. Still I can't help but wonder if I've done somethingwrong. I sometimes feel guilty about the attention that I attract, butI enjoy it so much.

Oneday I was looking up something on his computer, when I discovered asemi-hidden folder. Nothing could have prepared me for what I foundcontained in it. There were pictures, videos, and countless links towebsites on the haircutting and headshaving of women. All this time Ithought he loved long hair. I thought he loved my long hair. What's notto love? I couldn't understand. So I looked for an answer in the files.It seemed like eveything inside was dated after I started growing myhair out again. I looked at every single picture, watched every video,read every story. After this I still thought it was odd, but I wasbeginning to see why it could be attractive to him. But I still wasn'tsure if this meant that he wanted me to cut my hair or not. I alsowasn't sure how to confront him about it, or even if I should. I closedall the files and made sure I covered my tracks.

Thatevening I made him his favorite dinner and we made love after the kidswere in bed. I had a renewed vigor for some reason, but he still seemeda little bit off. Sex was followed by a good night's sleep. The nextday I thought long and hard about how to approach this naggingquestion. Then late in the day an idea came to me. He had some vacationtime coming up so I decided to book a small getaway at the lake. Iarranged to send the kids to my parent's house for the weekend. Thencame the thought of how to deal with the issue of our sex life. Thisidea was hard to swallow, but I knew I would have to take the chancefor the sake of our marriage. My husband is pretty stoic and I knew hewould never give me a straight answer about this type of thing so I hadto be more creative. I had to put the thing that was the most preciousto me on the line. After all, was my hair really more important than mymarriage?

Thetime came for our getaway and I had told him it was a surprise where wewere going. We got in the car and dropped this kids off. I had done allhis packing so he really had no idea where I was taking him. I evenblindfolded him and told him when it was okay to take the blindfoldoff. We arrived at the cabin and I told him to open his eyes. It wasbeautiful. The weather was perfect. The cabin was right on thelakefront and very secluded. He smiled and gave me a big hug. We tookthe bags in and plopped down in the deck chairs to soak in the sun.Soon it was getting close to dinner time. I dragged him inside and toldhim to get dressed in his best suit which I had packed for him. Iemerged from other room wearing a brand new gown I had purchased forthis evening, along with dangly earrings and makeup. Just then therewas a knock at the door. It was dinner. I had ordered a catered mealfrom a local fine italian restaurant. The food was delicious. Afterdessert we walked along the lakeshore for awhile, hand in hand, notsaying much, just enjoying the moonlight and each other's company.

Whenwe got back to the cabin it was late. Neither of us were tired. I was alittle keyed up, nervous. I hoped he hadn't noticed. He didn't let on.He never does. As we crossed the threshold I told him to sit down onthe couch, because I had another surprise for him. I went into thebedroom and produced a package wrapped with paper and a bow.

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

"Just because I love you," I said.

Hepulled off the card and opened it. It read: To my love. All I am isyours. Use this gift as you see fit. No limitations. Yours always.

He looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"Open it," I said.

Hetore into the wrapping paper and pulled out a plain cardboard box. Helifted the lid and his eyes grew large. Inside was a pair of scissors,clippers, and shaving supplies.

He was speechless.

After a minute he broke the silence. "How did you..."

"Ifelt that something wasn't right. Off. In our relationship. Then Iaccidentally discovered your little treasury. It took me a while tocome to grips with the fact that this might be the root of the problem.It took even longer for me to bring myself to do this, but I want to.I'm all yours. To do with as you will."

"But, it was a stupid fantasy. I can't cut off your hair. You love your hair. You went through so much to get it back."

"Ican't wait for you to cut off my hair," I said. "Especially afterrealizing that it was coming between us. It wasn't just you and yourfantasies. I think I was becoming too vain and self-absorbed."

"Are you sure? Can I check your temperature?" he asked.

"Of course I'm sure, now hurry before I change my mind."

He kissed me so deeply that I'll never forget it.

"I packed a hairdressing cape, too. Let me get it," I said.

I sat down and he spread the cape over me.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"Now it's your turn to be surprised," he said.

He began by brushing my hair out all over. "I want to try two different things," he said. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said.

He continued brushing and brought all my hair forward so that itcovered my eyes and looked like a really long mop. I felt a pull towardthe front and heard a *schnick* and then felt a release. This happenedseveral more times and soon I could see. He had given me bangs ateyebrow level. He spent the next few minutes tidying them up and thenremoved the cape and said, "Take a look."

Iwalked to the mirror and saw my new 'do. I smiled. "I love it," Iexclaimed. I had blunt bangs all the way across my forehead. They werevery thick. I looked completely different.

"I always wanted to see you with bangs, but never had the guts to ask," he said.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

"Very much," he said. "I want a picture."

SoI modeled for him. In several different outfits that I had brought.This was shaping up to be one of the best nights of our marriage.

Afterabout six different outfits he said, "Okay, we're not finished." And Isat back in the chair. The cape was clipped around my neck.

"Are you ready for round two?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "go for it."

Thenext sound I heard was a pop and a hum. I knew what this meant andalthough I shuddered for an instant, I resigned myself to my fate anddecided to enjoy it. The clippers were brought to my forehead andplunged straight back to the crown. I didn't see a guard. Pass afterpass was repeated. The feeling was exquisite. I realized that in allthe times I'd shaved my head before I'd never stopped to smell theroses. This felt really good. The clippers devoured first the left andthen the right. My head was pushed down and my nape taken next. I feltmyself becoming aroused. It was over too quickly. A steaming hot towelwas draped around my scalp and it felt alive. Sweet smelling shavingcream was rubbed all over and with long, smooth strokes I once againwas bald. It was an entirely different experience this time. Last timeit was a means to an end; this time it was for love. This time it wasperfect. He finished with scalp massage and a moisturizing lotion. Iwas in ecstasy. I felt a cloud of doubt and worry lift for good.

Hebid me to put back on my gown and took several more pictures of me.After this we made love all night. We were so tired that we slept allday the next day. It was the best weekend of my life. Just before weleft to go back to reality he shaved me once more so I would be smoothfor the reveal.

Afterthat weekend I left him completely in charge of my hairstyles. Fromthat point on my hair became an integral part of our intimacy, not ahinderance to it.

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