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Tim had been waiting nearly an hour. He sat quite still now, glancing at his watch every few minutes, jumping every once in a while at the sharp crack of a door being opened or shut in the corridor. Even worse were the peals of drunken laughter of sophomores staggering back from the bar or the club.

 When this happened, Tim, who had been pacing around the room for the past several minutes like a caged animal, would stop dead trying not to breathe, for fear of missing the sound of her voice. He had to make sure she was in her room. No doubt she’d fall right asleep, too boozed to talk straight or think straight. Tim often even heard her his ear pressed to the wall, as she fell onto her bed with a soft flump. She went out almost every night and only came back at 4am in the morning with her friends who dropped her back at her room, trying to shut up her insane giggling but waking up the rest of the floor anyway.

 If all went well, that wouldn’t be happening very often from now on, Tim thought, his lip curling. He could just imagine her -

 Knock knock knock!

 A sharp rapping at the door brought Tim up short. He froze.

 Slowly he heaved himself to his feet and shuffled over to the door, peeking through the peephole, hoping it was whom he thought it was.

 He breathed a sigh of relief, opening the door wide for the man to enter.

 “Tim Werther?" the man asked as a formality, following up with a toothy, professional smile.

 “Yeah, yeah, I’m Tim. You’re the uh -" he felt stupid saying the name.

 The man set down the large black pack he’d been carrying and shook Tim’s hand, nodding.

 “Call me Mike."

 “Well, come in. I’m still waiting for her to get back," Tim pocketed his hands in his jeans. Feeling awkward he nodded his head to the pack, “Those your supplies?"

 “Yeah, we like to do a clean job. If we leave behind traces we’d get caught, right? Here, I’ll show you something we bought recently."

 He set the pack on the floor in the middle of the room and bent over to unzip it. He pulled out a large Oster clipper.

 “Wow, nice," Tim said though he honestly couldn’t have cared less what kind of equipment he had as long as they got the job done. But the young man caressed it lovingly with his long thin fingers, as a collector might a rare antique.

 “Just got it yesterday, this baby will gives you the smoothest baby soft shave you could ever imagine. Can you believe they actually use these beauties on dogs? It cuts through real easy, no matter how thick the hair is."

 “Great," Tim said rubbing his hands together but then stopped short as they heard the door of the stairwell open. Mike also froze, cocking his ear to the door.

 The moment of truth had arrived. Tim didn’t have to hear the incessant chortling to know it was her.

 It had actually been her birthday. He’d wished her a happy one that morning when they’d seen each other on the elevator but she’d ignored him.

 He heard the murmuring of a deeper voice and the sound of stilettos followed by the muffled steps of Ray’s companion.

 “Ray, shut the fuck up, it’s wednesday night," a husky female voice said betraying some amusement all the same.

 “Who gives a shit? They’ve all got a stick up their asses around here. They’re always complaining."

 A sigh.

 “Try not to be too hung over for our 10am tomorrow."

 “Fuck that, I’m not going."

 They both laughed as she fumbled with the key.

 Tim didn’t have to silence his companion.

 They waited, with baited breath, until they heard absolutely nothing.

 “Let’s wait. Just to make sure she’s asleep." Tim whispered.

 “Sure,"

 “Wanna have a beer while we wait?"

 Mike wrinkled his nose and shook his head, “Not professional. Can’t be drunk if we want to do a good job."

 “Suit yourself," Tim shrugged. He needed something to calm his nerves. He wasn’t so afraid of getting caught by someone else. No one was going to visit her at 3:38am in the morning.

 Come to think of it she probably wouldn’t wake up either. He had even heard her snoring sometimes. She’d be completely wasted.

 At exactly 4:38, after his second beer, Tim nodded at Mike and they creaked open the door as quietly as they could.

 Tim pulled out a small card and easily clicked open the locked door. He’d been planning this for far too long.

 In the left corner of the room, Ray was lying out on her bed, her mouth slightly open, her stilettos hanging off her petite feet. Her long loose raven black hair was sprawled over the pillow, some of it falling over her face.

 “She’s not going to be having many nights like this one anymore." Tim muttered.

 Mike whistled.

 “She’s got a huge mop, huh? We’ll take care of that. Here, help me get her in a chair."

 Tim was fairly bulky and strong and even though Mike was somewhat lanky, they managed to carry her softly onto a chair and push it into the bathroom.

 “Not much elbow room to work with," Mike sniffed airing out the cape before draping it around Ray’s neck.

 She was no bombshell but she had a pretty good figure, her straight black locks hanging over her ample chest. She might’ve looked more attractive if she weren’t so wasted and snoring quietly. She didn’t stir even when Mike turned on the lights.

 Tim silently gave thanks for alcohol and fake ids.

 “Ready?"

 Tim nodded, his heart thudding.

 “Don’t get too excited. Here, we want her to remember this and cherish this haircut as much as we will," Mike held out a polaroid camera to Tim. “I’m the barber and you’re the camera man."

 He tipped up her head which was tilted off to the side in deep sleep and fluffed out her long black hair over her shoulders.

 “Smile," Tim said derisively snapping a photo of Ray, for the last time with her beautiful long raven hair. She snored obliviously.

 Mike pulled out a pair of scissors and set them on the rim of the sink. He brushed out her hair until it was neat and silky and hung attractively down her back.

 “We’ll leave this as a souvenir," Mike said and before Tim could blink, he pulled Ray’s hair into a ponytail and snipped it off as close to her head as possible.

 Tim could hardly believe it.

 Mike held out the long locks for him to feel. He ran his fingers through them, something he’d never been able to do when they were still on her head. They were luscious. Once he was done he lay them over her lap so she could have them as a keepsake.

 Mike continued snipping and for a while, the two boys didn’t speak, the air filled with nothing but the quick shnick shnick of scissors.

 Tim gaped. He had said he was a professional earlier and on the phone. But he literally hacked through the rest of the hair, bring the blades closer and closer to her scalp each time, pulling off the locks to drop them onto her lap. Soon, Ray’s head had been denuded and looked slightly boyish.

 Tim and Mike sniggered at her large ears which stuck out along with her nose which was also now looked larger somehow.

 “I had no idea they were so huge!" Tim tipped them forward and backward, laughing as quietly as he could at how stupid she looked.

 What was left of her silky long hair now stuck out at odd angles. 

 “We could just leave her like that," Tim said, getting cold feet now. “She’ll have to cut it off herself anyway, just to even it out."

 “Don’t even kid about that," Mike said sternly. “I finish all the jobs I get," he said, clicking on the Oster clippers.

 “Take another picture before I get started."

 Mike tipped up her chin. Ray was already ruined. A pixie cut never would’ve suited her anyway.

 But it wasn’t enough. Tim wanted to make sure she didn’t go out at least for the rest of the year. She could still get away with a short haircut. She might’ve even got a guy to look at her, a desperate one. Not all girls could pull off short locks and he was satisfied, all the same, to see that Ray wasn’t one of them.

 “All right sweetheart, say goodbye to the rest of it," Mike chuckled, sprinkling some cold water over her newly shorn head before he plunged the clippers in. He started at the nape of her neck and with one push he brought it all the way up her scalp until he got to her forehead, where the hair tumbled off in an ugly wet clump on her lap.

 The two boys couldn’t take it. They doubled over, stifling their laughter with their hands over their mouths. Ray now had a long side strip of buzzed light skin that separated the two halves of her head of now short black hair.

 Tim snapped another photo and Mike continued once had they recomposed themselves, exposing more of her scalp each time. He tipped her head up by the chin to clean up the forehead and then forward to denude the nape of her neck and then to the sides to get the wisps around her ears. It was a long process and Mike took it seriously.

 Finally, her pixie locks had been reduced to nothing but a raspy dark stubble. Her head looked strangely small and comical.

 “Time for a break." Mike sighed, pulling out a fluffy towel and running it under warm water.

 He rubbed her head tauntingly as though she were awake before wrapping the towel tightly around her head.

 “We’ll let that sit for a little while," Mike said, stretching his arms and cracking his knuckles as though he’d exerted himself.

 Tim rolled his eyes. He was a character but he new how to do a good job, Tim thought, looking in disbelief at the pile of hair on Ray’s caped lap. Just this morning it had tumbled down her back and swayed softly when she walked. It looked obscene now, the wet short clumps mingled with the long ponytail Mike had cut off at the beginning.

 Ray snored on, a drop of the hot water trickling down her face.

 She probably wouldn’t cry the first time she looked in the mirror, Tim mused. She’d be too shocked. He wished that he could take a picture of her reaction when she woke up but it wasn’t worth being caught and reported.

 “So how are you liking it so far? Revenge is sweet, eh?"

 Tim nodded, “You did good. You should probably come up with another name for the company, though. Really, come on. Shear Revenge?"

 “I know, I know. It wasn’t my idea. It was a colleague’s. But I’m proud of you for calling us," Mike punched Tim playfully on the arm. “People need to know they can’t just snub guys like us. You didn’t do anything wrong, she was just a bitch to you."

 “Yeah, she was. But I doubt anyone at the club is gonna look at her anymore."

 “Who knows, I’ve heard some guys like that sort of thing."

 “Maybe," Tim snorted.  

 After talking about the weather, rejection, and considering Ray’s ruined future social life, the two boys turned back to the chair in the bathroom.

 “Time to finish up." Mike unwrapped her head.

 He rubbed some more water on her head.

 “Can I try?" asked Tim.

 “Of course," Mike replied moving over so Tim could rub Ray’s ravaged stubbly head. It felt good, prickly and fine. He playfully turned his back to her as though using her head as a backscratcher to both their amusement

 “I wish I could do this when she was awake."

 “So do I, but you’ll get to see her in the morning, I’m sure. She’ll probably wear a hat for the rest of the semester and that’ll be something, won’t it? Knowing that underneath the hat she’s got a shining bald noggin."

 “Shining?"

 “Oh yeah, I buff them afterwards."

 “Ohhh, that’s nice." Tim said.

 Mike took a dollop of shaving cream and a brush and began lathering up her head. Tim savored the soft sound of the gel being spread over her head.

 She looked like a sleeping clown wearing a white wig.

 When he was done, Mike hesitated for a moment and then took another dollop and lathered up her eyebrows.

 “You  bastard," Tim smiled, shaking his head amusedly.

 “Like I said, I like to do a clean job. I’m not leaving behind a single hair."

 With that, he took out a straight razor and began shaving her.

 With quick fluid motions, he removed the last trace of hair she had. The room was filled with the soft rasping of the razor as it glided over her smooth crown. Once in a while, Mike cleaned off the blade in the sink by shaking off the excess cream and small flecks of dark hair with it.

 Stroke by stroke, he worked his way from the middle of her head to the sides, tipping her ears forward as he cleaned the area around them. He left the eyebrows for the end. Mike inspected her head, rubbing his hands all over her naked scalp, now baby smooth.

 “Feel that,"

 Tim did and moaned.

 “That, that, my friend, is a job well done."

 Mike didn’t need to get out the oil. Her head already shone in the bathroom light.

 Tim took one last photo.

 Mike squirted some baby oil in his hand and began massaging into her head, turning it to make sure he spread it to every inch of her scalp. He rubbed it vigorously until it glimmered. Tim was surprised they couldn’t see their reflection on the crown of her head.

 When he was finished, Mike slapped her head playfully. It made a satisfying smack as it made contact with her scalp.

 “Bald as an egg. Mission accomplished."

 The two boys left, taking all the equipment with them.

 As an afterthought, Tim wrapped the towel once more around her head. That way she could unwrap her new look in the morning for herself.

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