When Tim got home that Saturdaynight, he immediately noticed Jacob had done his hair a different way,complimenting how pretty he looked with it like t...at and then made afuss over how nice his nails looked.It felt fantastic to be complimented over the subtle additions thatmade him feel even more feminine as he slowly adapted to his life withlong, gorgeous, coral pink almond nails.Sunday would be no different as she came over early, continuallyinstructing as each day he'd do more and more of his. This time it's a long shot, of a latex clad body lying on a bed, legs spread and with a spreader bar between the ankles. Written on the margin of the polaroid is another message. "I'm upstairs"I need no further prompting. I close the door behind me and walk up the wooden stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. On the landing there are four doors. One is slightly open and from it comes that blue light I saw from the street. I can hear music, and I can faintly smell a combination of. To be honest I think we want a bit more length before I next cutit, and even then we'll just be tidying it. Let's leave it a week or soand go with something else today."Rae picked a sheet of paper from the counter and handed it to me. "Whydon't you pick something to get us started?"It was a price sheet, filled with services all neatly categorised undersubheadings. There was a big "Hair Services" section, listing things I'dheard of like blowdrys, highlights, perms and so on, and some I. I turned in the direction from which the spears had come, and Aklag followed me as I raced toward the throwers. They were surprised that we were still able to move, since they had seen the spears hit our sides. These fairies may have been dumb, but they weren't stupid; they took off at a dead run which soon turned into flight as they forced their little wings to beat as hard as possible.They obviously did not have much experience with werewolves, since they apparently thought that they could.