“I wanted it to be my boyfriend.”Genkins smirked at the little girl as he announced, “I’m your boyfriend now kid.”Paula gasped. Her sobbing ...topped instantly and she rose to her feet. There was one thing she and Genkins had to get straight.“YOU ARE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!! YOU WILL NEVER BE MY BOYFRIEND!! I AM NOT Ymph gmphmmff...”The man had clamped his hand over the child’s mouth. It wasn’t the first time a little girl had shouted or screamed in his office; he knew when it was unlikely that anybody. When I walked in it was just one guy, the barber, waiting for customers. He was older than me, in his early forties. Slightly taller than me, dark-haired, fit, solid. Maybe latino, maybe Italian. He had no accent, but got up as I walked in and approached me with a welcoming smile.He asked what he could do for me. I told him I needed a haircut. His smile widened and he slapped a hand on my shoulder and pulled me over to a chair. I guess I was a little struck. Not in a romantic or sexual way. But. He slowly pulled his car around behind mine as I slowly started to drive back around into the lot. He followed me slowly so I knew at this point he was looking to play also. I pulled back around to the same spot I was in earlier and he parked next to me. He got out of his car and walked over to mine. I putt the window down and we started to chat.He surprised me when he said right away, you looking to party and have a good time boy! I said yes of course. He looked to be about 75 years old and I. "No, I did," said Beverly smiling. "But how's that for shorter on you?It's a gorgeous cut for a girl your age?"Bob actually had to agree that his new haircut looked sexy, even if itwas not what he asked for. It was crazy to see his face now in thickfluffy bangs fronting a middle part, realizing the rest of his hair nolonger reached his shoulders as he was sporting a chic bob. Just a twistof his neck to see the sides and he instantly realized why he had theperception of all his hair being.