"We got our coffee and sat down at a table in the back and she said, "Can you tell me what is the compulsion that makes men hint most about what they ...eally least want to do?"I looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with the conversation and she went on, "Oh I know I shouldn't have been 'Little Miss Smart Mouth' back there with the head between the legs comment, but then you didn't hesitate to jump in with 'face the other way' comment. My point is that men talk about it all the. Then we went off to one of the Sunday School rooms to get ready. Laurel got there, and she was even more nervous than I was! Somebody brought in the flowers, and Mom was finishing my hair. Lynette got a picture of her doing that, and I think it’s gonna be one of my favorites. Someone said she blinked, and Lynette should have taken another one, but Mom said she just felt a little clumsy doing my hair, until she closed her eyes!Someone opened the door, and I heard Lynette holler, “No! You can’t. But believe me I can do a lot worse if you don't let me do my job." I satthere in pain, one very red ear and another white ear in the mirror and alook of mixed fear and dread.She started what seemed to be random cuts into my hair all around, somehigh, some low and strangely my hair seemed to take on some volume and adifferent shape. Vanessa was looking at me most fascinated. She spent along time behind me cutting the ends, pulling my hair taught and checkingher work. All the while I was looking. Seeing this, there was only one thing to do, and that was to devour her ass. My tongue traveled between her buns with a gusto that she could scarcely find anywhere else. Ironically, the only possible exceptions were her long-time girlfriend, Missy, and Michelle herself, the latter being physically impossible. Missy and Michelle had been lovers for years, something that several of us knew about, but didn’t tell her parents, because it wasn’t our place. Lisa knew it. I knew it. Most of our.