30pm when we had to go to bed, we packed up the balls and cues andwent back to our different dorms. I found all the other occupants of minewere there....Little Jane and Helen, the juniors, were already in their beds,sat up reading. Beth was still in uniform but had all her stuff ready to goin the bathroom, while Margo, our Room Senior, elegant in her stockings, hadjust popped up to check on us. They all gasped and exclaimed at my new hairstyle. I now had hair very similar to Helen, Jane had a. I hadn't noticed at first, but there was a woman sitting in a corner of the room. She was from Carole's office, she said, a small blonde woman with a certain air of authority, named Celia or Christa or something like that.I was so upset and angry at what those bastards had done to my beloved wife that I wasn't paying that much attention. She said that they were all praying for a quick recovery, but that Carole should take all the time she needed before she even thought about coming back to. ‘You’ll not best me again!’ Sir James sneered as he loudly thumped the shield hanging in front of the Scot’s tent, the traditional issue of a jousting challenge. ‘I’ll teach you not to raid our cattle or even dare look at a civilized lady.’ ‘Care to set a wager on that, wee bairn?’ Sir Duncan grinned at his challenger as he picked up his helm. Duncan was hoping to anger him into making a foolish move on the jousting field by calling him an infant, even though James was the older by a couple of. I had littleshorter hair cut, styled with bangs, curls every where, and blondehighlights framing my face. Everyone in the salon commented on how cute Ilooked, that it was just the right cut for my cute face and new look.I didn't know what to think, staring in the mirror. Both Betty and Sallyput their arms around me, saying again how cute I looked, and adding thatBob will just adore my new hairstyle.I thought, there it is again... everything to please Bob. Why does Bob needto "approve".