Rosie was twenty two and Victoria, her bestfriend, was a year older, and both had been hairdressers since leavingschool. They were especially popular ...ith the younger generation ofclientele, with Rosie specialising in cutting, while Victoria was thecolouring expert. Rosie, particularly, was intrigued with the youngboy/girl Luke, and had it made it her business to befriend him when hefirst set foot inside the salon on his first morning. There was justsomething about the way he seemed to combine. I then confessed I was having my periods, there was something in my voice that sounded triumphant, as if I was telling him I was now a woman, and proud to be so.But as he started the car he uttered something, "I guess you will have to start giving your boyfriend a blow job now"?I had never heard the term "Blow-Job" before, and besides I never had a boyfriend, so I retorted, "What's a blow-job"?The car was moving as we left the car park and I was looking at him, a bit wide-eyed and still waiting. “I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell you a little. Neither of you are leaving this room until it’s over anyway.”For a moment, it sounded like Garry was some sort of cliché villain, explaining his master plan. But no, he was just looking for a way to fill the time while he waited for whoever to do whatever. And judging from what he’d said, that whoever was probably Avery.“Avery,” Garry continued, “is making her move, tonight.” He stepped over to them, reached down, picked up Jessy by the back. "The old man nodded. "Right, and you still need bus fare to get home."With that, Jack payed for his purchase and grabbed the bag with the orbinside. He felt like an idiot as soon as he stepped out of the store.Yeah, the old man was a good guesser, but he'd seen carnies guess allsorts of things. Still, as he pulled out his wallet and counted exactlyenough money for a bus home, he couldn't help but feeluncharacteristically optimistic.-----Jack felt like an idiot the next day, bringing the little.