’ ‘Why must I go? I don’t work there. Why can’t you go alone without me?’ ‘Because all the wives go,’ he said rolling his eyes and sighi...g. ‘It’s expected and, with me up for promotion, I don’t want to insult the big boss. Come on, come on, move. We’re going to be late,’ he said taping his index finger on his watch to mimic the seconds ticking by while waiting for her to get ready. ‘Okay, okay. I’m going. Gees John,’ she said yawning. Young, naive, blonde, busty, and beautiful, looking much. Do the honors.”I hesitated a second and walked over to him. “You want me to cut her hair.”“Every fucking bit of it.”She was pleading for him not to do this as I took the clippers and flipped them on and smiled at the irony of me cutting her hair off because she didn’t cut mine all off. I started at the back of her head and repeatedly ran the clippers from the back to the front and then around the sides until she was completely bald. The more I cut, the louder she cried. I had a strong desire to. I quickly realised it was not a dream as Vanessa came dancing in with a cup of tea and toast for me, I’m all excited aren’t you she asked? I will believe it when whatever happens, happens.Ok well I am off shopping, so I will see you later, if you need anything, text me, and with that she was off. Saturday was the usual sort of day but without our son around, so I still watch k**’s TV until noon.Vanessa drove down the drive around 3pm and came inside brandishing various carry bags. Some she. "What?" A late night dip in the pond. Do you want to go swimming with me?"Greg smiled. It certainly sounded nice; it was a warm night, and he wouldn't mind lying out in the water staring up at the stars. Besides, he knew the kind of swimsuits Allison liked to wear when it was just the two of them together. An image of her standing there, dripping wet in the tiniest little pieces of fabric flashed through his mind."What's the matter?" asked Allison. "You're staring." Sorry," he replied. "I'm.