Carol loved it in the suburbs, ever since she had gotten admission in the University of her Choice; doing a course she always wanted to do, and best of all, she had the most handsome guy in the university as her boyfriend.
Now, the first thing that anybody noticed about Carol was her soft, silky, thick, straight tresses that ran down her back ending below her butt.
Carol’s boyfriend Steve was the quarterback of the football team. He was training real hard for the main game of the season which was just two weeks away.
As his girlfriend, she encouraged him in every manner possible to help him achieve his goal of becoming a successful football player.
One evening, she received an anonymous call. She was told that a couple of devious characters have been added to the opposite team to break her boyfriend’s leg.
The anonymous caller also told her, that she can prevent the foul play by paying a price. At first, Carol did not believe it. But, over the next few days the anonymous caller convinced her by leaving signs everywhere that her boyfriend would lose a leg.
In the end, she had no option but to comply, for she did not have any substantial evidence to produce; but the caller was tracking her every move.
On the night of the game, she sat in the second row from top in the visitor’s team stands. There weren’t many people on visitor’s stands. And those who were there, were sitting in the bottom rows completely engrossed in the game.
She sat there as per the instructions and quite surprisingly the row behind her and the six rows in front of her were empty. The field was brightly lit up with lights, but since the stands had a roof, the top rows were completely dark.
Just then her cell-phone rang. The caller gave her final instructions and she was ready to pay. A shadowy figure walked from the side and sat down behind her. She had been instructed not to turn. She was leaning forward; she felt someone grab her massive bun and pull her back. She straightened up tilting her head backwards. Two hands were now pulling the bobby pins out of her bun and dropping them on the floor. Soon 40 Inches of luscious brown hair came tumbling down.
Silky smooth and straight, the figure then began combing her hair with his fingers. What followed next was a complete delight for the dark figure as he played with her tresses, pulling them, winding them around his hand, stroking them etc.
Last 15 minutes of the game started. Her boyfriend was fine and their team was winning. Carol knew this was it. She could feel the dark man gathering her tresses at her nape. The dark man held her hair in firm grip at the nape and placed the ponytail between a pair of sharp blades.
Caroline closed her eyes, as tears flowed down her face. She wept silently with her eyes closed as the figure kept scrunching. ‘Scccrrruunncchhh, Scccrrruunncchhh, Scccrrruunncchhh…." Only the two of them could hear this. Caroline’s hair was thick and put up a good fight. The dark figure only enjoyed and scrunched through her hair with more enthusiasm. He was feeling sheer pleasure as her head rocked slightly.
The final snip released her head. She felt light and opened her eyes. Her tear soaked face had a shocked expression as she raised her hands to her head. The very next instant her hands were pushed away. She gasped as the figure cupped her chin with his left hand and whispered into her ear “Sshhhhhhh….not finished yet".
Maintaining his grip on her chin, he produced battery powered clippers. Placing them on her temple he pulled them back. The shorn off remaining hair fell down her shoulders. The dark figure was enjoying it to the max as he made one pass after the other. He ploughed her hair completely. A stubble no more than a millimeter in length remained of what was once single length thick hair down to the calves.
The dark figure instructed her to remain still till the game ends. Next day, everyone was shocked. She feared her boyfriend would not love her anymore. She did not step out of her room and covered her head with a scarf. In the evening her boyfriend came. He listened to her, kissed her and comforted her. He them removed her scarf and told her that he still loved her. They spent a nice romantic evening, and Steve left Carol absolutely relaxed.
On his way back, Steve dialed the number of the town’s barber. “Thanks Mike great job done, I love it" he said. “Hey man I am glad you do, both of us got what we wanted, you got a girlfriend with short hair the way you like it, and me another trophy to add to my collection".
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