.I caught my reflection in themirror.What had they done?It was a pretty, girlie cut. A few waves in there, lots of feathering. Itwas quite delightful ...xcept.....the hair-dresser had dyed my hair blonde!She had explained it would last a while, and that with the rightaccessories the hair would be pretty low maintenance, but had suggested Imight get downstairs done, too, so any men would think I was a naturalblonde.Before leaving the salon I was told to purchase straighteners andcurlers.It was. I was very proud this year to have four people coming to our little party. I had insisted that there should be plenty of alcohol, but I had not managed to buy it. In Sweden all alcohol is sold is special shops to keep consumption down. Just before New Year those shops are full of needy and irritated people, making an awful ambience I just couldn’t handle. Magda sent me to get some good food while she took care of the liquor. I took care of the cooking. I will not bore you with details. I like. Sounds… voices… whispers! Crap! Of course, schools not over yet. I hate him for making me meet him all this kids here. They would point and whisper, but that isn’t even the part I can’t stand. I loathe their pity, I find their normal, healthy lives offending. Frustrated with my hair, I yank it out of my face and let it flutter in the wind behind me like a cape. My Eyes! It is not that bright out, but I still slam my abnormally large sunglasses on my face. I am now grateful my hair had. It was evident that Joni was playing footsie under the table by the way Frank was fidgeting in his chair. I wasn’t surprised at all, as Kate was doing the same to me. I figured that all the giggling before was about them planning this. It was obvious that both girls were getting aroused, their nipples pushed against the fabric of their tops.Frank was now openly gazing at my wife and I caught myself doing the same to Kate. The girls both seductively licked their lips as they stood.“Frank, why.