Her blonde hair used to fall just below her shoulder blades. Now it was sculpted close to her head."Nice haircut," I told her."Thank you," she replied... "I'd hoped it would be to your satisfaction." My satisfaction?" I asked."Yes, that it met your requirements," she responded."What requirements?" I asked."You commanded that I have no hair below my neck," she said simply.Wow. Cheryl was definitely taking things literally. I would have to be careful in my instructions."I'm pleased that you are. Well, except I still love you in that special way.”“I love you too, Steve.”“OK. That’s the basis for moving forward. Let’s just take it one step at a time and fix our friendship first. Teasing is OK, but please don’t push it too far. The best way to get what I think you want is to be my friend and let it happen naturally, if at all.”“OK.”“I have a serious anger problem I need to work through. I think I’m over being sad. Now I’m just mad at everything that happened. I talked with Jennifer and. . until. "Oh my god. I can't tell him that. It will kill him. It will end our marriage right then. I can never tell him." I had moved to panic mode."What if he already knows?" He can't. You're the only other person that knows. You wouldn't tell him. How could he know?" I don't know. But it's a dangerous game you're playing. He didn't bring that subject up because he thought it might be interesting. He has something on his mind. From your description of last night, he was very specific and very. What the hell did I do this time?She's holding a pair of garden shears that I recognize as belonging to our neighbor across the street, a guy in his late forties. She was supposed to return them this morning.“You're not going to kill me, are you?” I say, hoping to pry a laugh out of her. It's not working.“Claudia,” Britt says, “our fucking neighbor. Do you know what he did when I went to return these?”“Uh, no.”She shifts her weight. “I walk in, we have a pleasant chat, and then he tells me to.