Sleep eventually came, but it was fitful. Sunday arrived but Doris stayed in her room. She tried to study but could not concentrate. She thought about...going for a walk but wasn't sure she could face her roommates if they were to ask questions. So she lay in her bed with the covers pulled up to her chin and tried to make sense of what had taken place. The doorbell rang. She heard the front door open and close. Then there was light knocking on her bedroom door and Rachel telling her there had. It was time for the weekly military style haircut. The barbershop was always busy so Harold had to take a number and wait. When they finally called his number he was surprised to see his barber was female…a very, very attractive female. He did not know how his hair would look later but by the end of this story you will see it really doesn’t matter.The name on her name tag was Jeanne and she did not look to be much older than Harold. She was a very attractive lady with medium length black. The two of us kissing, hugging, sleeping together, taking showers together, or anything else is common. When I came out as a lesbian when I was fifteen, she was one of the first to accept and support me. I remember when the two of us first kissed. I was thirteen and she was s*******n. We were fooling around for some reason and we ended up locking lips and holding hands. After that, we got much closer. The big addition was the two of us sleeping together in my bed; we'd sleep naked together on. Lara was not just my secretary, but also my granddaughter, though she looked to be in her mid-twenties while I still looked like eighteen or nineteen. She was dressed like a slutty secretary from some cheap porno, much like I hoped would be enforced by law as soon as I could get my ideas past parliament."Ah, that's very good, dear", I answered. "Send him in, and make sure that while he is here I am not to be disturbed by anything less than a national emergency." Very good. And if the rest of.