Monday, July 27, 2009

Four long hours

I could tell he was excited that he was stripping me. He was ever so successful at it. I knew that he thought it was going to be a difficult task. I told him I was very cooperative.

He was attentive. He checked me over, again and again, giving it more time.

His hands were strong. He knew what he was doing.

When I was ready, I couldn't find the right words to express myself. I gave in and let him have his way with me. I had almost forgotten that it was that painful. Then I paid him an exorbitant amount of money.

Dearest Adam, my hairdresser. I never meant to be this blonde!

Thursday, July 16, 2009


“Good morning birthday girl.”
(sleepy smiles)
“How old are you today?”
“No, you’re four.”
“Are you one?”
“Are you two?”
“Are you three?”
“No you’re not. You’re four today!”
“Are you tricking me? I’m three!”
“Don’t you want to be four? Four is fun!”
“Three is fun. You’re tricking me. I’m not four. No one has sung happy birthday to me.”
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear buttercup. Happy birthday to you.”
(smiles coyly) “I haven’t had cake yet.”
“You’ll have cake at daycare! Hey do you want to open your presents?”
“How old are you?”
(holds up four fingers)
“Ok let’s go!”