The Hairdresser (Lynette) I’ve always hated going to the barbers. Maybe it dates back to some traumatic event in my childhood, like being dragged there screaming by my father, but truthfully, I just don’t know. I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. I guess by the time…
“Uggh, not again,” Kenny mumbled when his mother told him tostart getting ready. “The guests will start arriving at 6.” Kenny hated his parents’ dinner parties – always so boring and having to answer questions from all of the neighbors and friends. He reluctantly climbed the stairs and went to his room to change into…
When I was twenty-four, I met a masseuse named Jennifer who worked for the chiropractor I saw for treatment. She was thirty-six years old, and very attractive. I have always looked much younger than my age. I am a short man just under five foot, six inches. I’m lucky to be thin, so when I…