“What do you think you doing, you crazy bastard! I took me years to grow my hair this long and Steve spent a lot of money for a hair stylist every ...eek.”“Sandy, it will be much more comfortable for you to have short hair for your workout. Besides they cut your hair in the military to break down your sense of individuality so you will conform to the group, and you need to learn to conform to what I want.” He took out electric clippers and gave her a nice buzz cut. Then he untied her. She should have brought uniforms. She should have just had him brought in and not come here at all. That was procedure. That was all that was expected of her.But she just didn't want this case to go back to jail.Now every case had a sob story; six years as a parole officer and she was all but immune to them. Most of them were lies anyway and easy enough to check. The only reason she still listened to them was to get an idea just how big a lie a parolee was inclined to tell her.But José's. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a dust cloud on the road ahead of him. He’d lost time watching the other homesteaders.Clicking his tongue, he urged his horse into a gallop and soon caught up to the lone rider. To his immense shock, it was the woman who had outdistanced everyone else. Her horse’s easy lope chewed up the ground and she sat it comfortably, her gloved hands light on the reins. Despite the speed she’d used to outdistance the other homesteaders, her horse was fresh as a damned daisy,. " said a guy to Alexa Bliss as she watched a replay of herself from last night's show at the 7/11 store. The hot blonde looked at him and smiled away perhaps mocking his fat stomach and beefy limbs.The guy put his hand on her shoulder and said "Don't walk away with that look bitch! I'll beat the shit out of you anywhere anytime."She smiled again and told him "Okay.... Meet me here tomorrow at 9 p.m. and then you can beat the shit out of me." Alexa handed the big guy Ivan the address to her.