By the end of the day on this particular Sunday our job was complete, except we needed some pine twigs to cover the ugly electrical boxes in the yard....My dad told me to go into the nearby woods after school on Monday and cut some pine boughs. Since I had just turned 16, I could take the car. That’s how my journey began. I drove out to a country road that ran along a ridge overlooking our little town. Driving too fast and focusing my attention on finding the best radio station, I slid off the. Years went by, going to the beauty salon was never as painful as that first time and I got used to it. But my fantasy of being shaved with 'cut-throat' razor never faded away. Then, a few years ago, I met a guy in a bar... He had been coming on to me for some time and one day I decided to chat for a while. “So what do you do for living?” I asked. “I'm a ...ber” he replied.“What? I didn't hear you.”“I am a barber” he repeated loudly. “WHAT?!” I could not believe my ears. All those fantasies. "I'm... I came here with a friend. We're both looking for Gloria, and I want to tell her what you told me," Julie said, feeling her snatch fire up at the constant rubbing Coach Brown was giving her ass with his bulging groin."I don't think anybody's around here now. But you know, I think I saw somebody walking over to the locker room. You want to come in and check?" Paul asked as he slid his hand down and cupped his powerful fingers around her firm, right ass-cheek."Now what would Bertha be. So I sat and started eating while we chitchatted about work and things, then my opening came. She asked how my stepson and I were handling my wife's death the past year."I keep her favorite Crystal Necklace on me so I feel closer to her" I said "would you like to see it?" I'd be honored" she repliedSo I pulled it out of my pocket and dangled the necklace an inch from the bridge of her nose and slowly twisted it. In this position she was forced to cross her eyes to look at it. The twisting of.