I'm sorry she said, tilting his head forward entwining his hair taught for the scissors to snip. A haircut was a ritual chore he despised but this was different. Her touch electric as though touching his nerve endings unervedly. Sensual and tactile he felt her fingers run through his hair triggering an endorphen frenzy. Why so different she was much older. She leaned in her body pressed againsed his, oh this was to much to take! "Is that enough she asked" how much more can I take was his thought! Err yes fine." He arrived home to be told his haircut was the worst she had seen in years. He didn't care.