Finding a Helper by Shant

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To me, I had the best job in the world. From the first of September, until the first of March, I worked a 40 hour week. Starting March first, until the first of June, I worked a 20 hour week. I then had June through August not having to work at all.

Having so much free time allowed me to spend all the time I wanted working in my garden, which was my greatest passion. Just let me be outside in the fresh air, and get my hands in the dirt, was all it took to make me happy.

My garden was huge and I knew that someday it was going to be too much work for me to handle alone. I didn’t think much about it, though, and just enjoyed myself. I was in great shape, having worked in my garden for so many years and going to the gym my entire life. I knew it would be a long time before I couldn’t handle everything by myself.

Years passed, and I was now turning 60, and I decided to retire. I had saved enough money that I knew I would be able to be comfortable for the rest of my life, so why continue working? I had the same job for almost 40 years and that was enough.

My garden had grown to the extent that it was almost like having a full time job just taking care of it. Throughout my neighborhood, all the neighbors knew to come to me to buy plants.

My garden was practically a nursery and I sold plants every summer. I actually made a decent amount of money, and it was an added bonus, because I loved working in the garden more than anything.

It is the first of March when everything starts growing in Western North Carolina. One thing I learned very early on, was that in the beginning of spring I couldn’t get behind, because I knew that I would never get caught up.

Fortunately, our local Lowe’s was only six minutes from my house. I probably went there at least twice a week to get mulch, grass seed, and other supplies.

The guys that worked at this Lowe’s weren’t in any hurry to assist you. I found it was always easier to load up whatever I needed by myself in order to get out of there as fast as possible.

One day as I was loading the truck with bags of mulch, a Lowe’s employee came up to me and said, "Sir, would you like me to give you a hand?"

"Oh, that’s okay. I’m just about finished, but thanks for the offer."

"No, really, let me help you. That’s what I get paid to do. My name is Jackson, and I’d be glad to help you."

Over the next several weeks I ran into this young guy several times. I didn’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but he was always there to help me load up my truck.

I came to find out that Jackson was 20 years old. He was originally from Russia, but was adopted at age four and moved to America.

He was really a handsome looking young man. He had the most amazing color hair. I don’t think I had ever seen hair anything like it before.

The best way to describe the color of his hair was to think of a light color of butterscotch. His hair didn’t have a brassy look to it, instead it looked soft and silky. It really was eye catching.

His hair was trimmed to a medium length on the sides and back, with the top about four inches long. He parted it on the left and combed his hair up and back to the right. After he had been working for awhile, it fell forward in wonderful waves across his forehead.

I had already decided that I was going to hire someone to help me keep caught up in the gardens this year. Jackson seemed like he would be a great guy to work with, if he were interested. I could see that he was a hard worker and he had such a positive attitude.

After speaking with him several times, I asked him if he worked 40 hours a week?

"No," he said. "If you work 40 hours, Lowe’s has to pay health insurance, so most employees work between 30-40 hours a week."

"I work four 8 hours days in a row and then have three days off. It’s great having three days in a row free to do whatever I like."

"I don’t know if you would be interested, but I’ve decided that I want to hire someone to help me maintain my gardens. It seemed like last year all I did was constantly weed. I definitely don’t want a repeat of last year."

"I’d like to hire someone to work with me four hours at a time until I get everything finished in the gardens. After that we’d see how often I would need someone, but I think it would be at least four hours every other week. I also have some projects that I could use a hand doing. I’m willing to pay $25/hour."

I saw a smile appear on Jackson’s face. "That’s a really good hourly rate for garden help. I’m sure you could hire someone for a lot less money than that," he said.

"I’m sure I could, but I’m one of those people who believe you get what you pay for. I want someone who wants to come to work because the pay is good and he looks forward to coming, and I want a guy that I know I can depend on. To me, it’s worth the extra money to get a reliable worker. Would you be interested in working with me?"

"I think that would be great," Jackson said. "That’s a hell of a lot more an hour than I make here. Right now, I just spend a lot of my free time playing video games. The extra income would really be a big help."

Jackson said he didn’t have a car and I would have to pick him up. He said he only lived a few minutes from Lowe’s, so we agreed that I would pick him up at 10:00 on Saturday morning, at Lowe’s.

When I picked him up, it was hard to keep myself from not just staring at his hair. He must have just showered because his hair was still a little damp and it really shined. Every hair was perfectly in place.

When he came to my home, he was totally blown away with the size of my gardens. "It will be great to work in gardens as beautiful as these are," he said. We started work that day. I was really hoping this was going to work out. Weeding by yourself can get really boring, and it’s endless.

I also had another reason why I hoped this would work out. I really love seeing a guy with a great head of hair. Jackson’s hair was so fantastic looking that I knew it would be worth it just getting to see his awesome mane all the time.

A few months passed, and things worked out great. Jackson always showed up when he said he would and he was a hard worker. Despite our age difference, we had a great time together.

One time, Jackson told me that his father had died when he was four and that his mother had never remarried, and she put him up for adoption, feeling it was just too hard being a single working mother in Russia.

He said that he was very close with his adopted parents, but they had no other children, and it was lonely growing up by himself. He had a couple aunts, but no uncles, so he missed out on having an older guy being like a mentor to him.

I think that was one reason why he enjoyed working with me. I was the same age as his adopted father, so he was totally comfortable being around men my age.

Over time, we developed a strong bond between us. I was definitely not trying to compete with his father. I felt like we had an "uncle/nephew" relationship, and I came to think of him as family.

One time, Jackson showed up with a new looking haircut. He had cut about two inches off the top and an inch off the sides. It really did look sharp, and he looked so different with shorter hair.

Without thinking, I just blurted out and said, "Wow! You definitely got a haircut since I last saw you! It looks really good." After all the time we had worked together, I had never mentioned his hair, despite my being so infatuated by it.

Jackson smiled, and said, "Do you really like my hair? Watching you change how you wear your hair so often, started me thinking, why am I not doing that?"

"I get a lot of compliments on my hair, but it has looked the same for so long. I decided I was bored with it looking the same, and I’ve been wanting to try something different, but I think maybe I shouldn’t have cut it so short."

"You don’t need to worry about that. I think it’s a good look for you. You’ve got a great looking head of hair no matter what length it is. You’re a lucky guy to have such great hair."

"I don’t think I ever told you how I ended up being here in North Carolina. I turned 17 the month I graduated from high school. I had always hated being the youngest guy in my class. I knew that I was not looking forward to be the youngest guy my freshman year in college."

"It may not seem like a big deal, but the legal drinking age was 18 at that time. I dreaded not being able to go out with my friends my entire freshman year because I was not old enough to get into the bars. I was not looking forward to spending a lot of weekends being in the dorm by myself."

"My uncle, who is a barber, convinced me to go to barber school for a year, and learn a skill that I could then use to help pay for college, and earn some extra spending money, depending on how often I wanted to work."

"I was so glad that he convinced me to do just that. My uncle’s barber shop was in the same town where I would be attending college. I could work at his shop whenever I wanted."

"I also had been editor of the college yearbook for three years. It was a large yearbook, 264 pages, and 3500 copies. I loved getting to take photographs and designing the pages."

"At the end of my senior year, the yearbook rep took me to dinner to say thanks for all the good work I had done."

"He told me that he had an idea that he thought might appeal to me." He said, "You’ve spent hundreds of hours each year working on designing a yearbook and not getting anything for doing it. Would you be interested in having your hobby become your career?"

"He told me that he would recommend to the yearbook company to hire me for a new position that was opening in Western North Carolina. I told him I was really interested in his proposal and just needed a few days to think it over."

Where I grew up, the annual snow fall each winter was eight feet. It snowed before Halloween and it contined into April, and sometimes even May. I couldn’t wait to get out of a place that was so cold for so much of the year."

"To make this long story shorter, I accepted his proposition and moved here."

"My original plan had been to work as a barber for awhile and work in my Uncle’s shop. I always enjoyed cutting a great head of hair and there were a lot of them in a college town."

"The more I thought about it though, the more I decided why not try this job? I was young, just starting out my life. Why not be adventurous and make a really big change? Who knew how it could turn out? The worst that could happen would be that if I didn’t like it here, I could always return back north and work with my uncle."

"Do you still cut hair?" Jackson asked. I don’t know exactly why, but by the look on his face, and the way he said it, it made me think that he might be interested in having me cut his hair for him.

"When I first moved here, I worked two days a week in a barbershop to help me with expenses. I had to pay all my own expenses for work and worked strictly on commission. Being able to work as a barber on the weekends, really helped me out financially."

"Even after my yearbook business was successful, and I didn’t need to work the extra hours as a barber, I knew that I still liked cutting hair, especially if the guy had a good head of hair. When I left the shop, I had a large number of guys come to my home to get their hair cut."

"I have a room on second floor that I turned into my makeshift barbershop. It’s great getting to see these guys on a regular basis, and they have become great friends, and they still all have great hair which I enjoy getting to cut."

"You should let me cut your hair for you sometime. You said you wanted to try a different looking haircut? If you should ever let me cut it, I’d first just like to show you how different your hair could look without cutting hardly any hair off at all."

"If you like it, maybe you’ll let me become your barber, especially if you are serious about wanting to change how your hair looks every now and then. I already have a couple ideas about the kind of haircuts I would like to give you."

"You’re a good looking young man. I think you should show off that mane you have more. You’ve got great hair. Be proud of it and get a haircut that people will notice."

"A really sharp looking haircut will make you look even more handsome than you already are. Have you kept your hair the same way most of the time?" I asked.

"Yeah, I’ve always kept it pretty much the same, until this haircut," Jackson said. "I’ve had the same guy cut my hair since grade school, so it’s always looked how it did before I just had it cut."

"Last week when I went in for a haircut, I told the barber I wanted a different looking haircut, and this is what he gave me. It’s okay, but I was hoping for something a little more different. This is basically the same haircut I’ve always worn only just shorter on top. I decided that maybe I should try a new barber and see if my hair would look any different."

"I think that’s a good idea. With such great hair, why have it always look the same? When I was a barber, if a guy came into the shop, especially a young guy with a great head of hair, I would tell him he should try all different style haircuts."

"Have fun with your hair while you’re young. If you’ve got great hair, you should be showing it off. It’s incredible how different a person can look with his hair being just an inch longer or shorter."

Jackson then surprised me when he said, "Would you like to cut my hair for me sometime? You’ve always got a really sharp looking haircut, and I’d like to see what you could do with mine."

"Like I said, I’ve been thinking about trying a new barber, and it would be great to have you cut my hair for me. I wish I had known you cut hair before this last haircut."

"Sure, you’ve got a great head of hair there, and I’d enjoy cutting it whenever you’d like," I smiled. "Do you know how you want to get it cut?"

"Not really, but I’m open to suggestions. It’ll be awhile before I need another haircut. I want to grow the top out longer again. When it’s time, I’d like you to tell me how you would like to cut it. I’d appreciate your opinion about what haircut style you think would look good on me."

I was so stoked at the thought of cutting his great hair. I wanted to cut it so badly right then, but I knew if I were patient, the day would come when Jackson would be ready for his haircut, and the longer his hair was, the more fun I would have cutting it.

About another month passed. We were working one afternoon, in full sun, pulling weeds. It was a really hot day. Within an hour, the two of us were soaked. We worked a while longer, but the heat was just too miserable.

"Let’s take a break for awhile and dry off. We’re both drenched. I can’t stand working with sweat running down my face all the time," I said.

When we went inside I got us both a towel so we could dry off. Both our heads were soaked and it felt so good getting all the sweat to stop running down my face.

After my hair was a lot less wet, I grabbed my brush and brushed it all back into place. Jackson had dried his hair with the towel, but hadn’t combed his hair yet.

"I didn’t think to bring a comb with me so I guess my hair is going to look a little messy for the rest of the day," he said.

"No reason for that, I have dozens of brushes and combs from my barbershop days. Just pick out one that you want to use."

Jackson combed his hair all back, perfectly into place. It really looked awesome. His hair was now longer than when I first met him, which made me want to cut his hair even more.

Since we had already discussed that he wanted me to cut his hair sometime, I didn’t think I was being out of line, when I said, "How about letting me comb your hair and see how different I can get it to look from the way it does now?"

"Sure, I’d like that," Jackson said. "Actually, I was hoping to see if you would want to cut my hair anytime soon? I really think it’s getting too long."

"No time like the present," I said. "Why don’t I cut your hair now? It’s too hot to go back outside and work." I was not going to let this opportunity pass. I had been waiting so long, hoping that Jackson would soon decide it was time for me to cut his hair.

"First thing we would need to do is wash your hair and get it totally clean. As drenched as we both are, why don’t we each take a shower and then your hair will be ready to cut."

After we had both showered, Jackson sat down in my barber chair and I towel dried his hair. It really was an amazing mane, the waves were beautiful.

"Do you know the guy, Niall Horan, from One Direction? He’s a judge on The Voice this year, which is one of my favorite shows. When I first saw him, I thought to myself that his hair looks a lot like your hair does and that I would really like to try combing your hair to look like his."

"Your hair is almost exactly the same length as his. The color of your hair beats his by a mile, though. I’d like to get rid of your part and comb your hair to stand higher in the front and add some heighth the way his does. The long hair on top will really show off the great waves that you have."

I really was enjoying combing Jackson’s hair several different ways to see what I thought would look best. I parted his hair on the right, on the left, and then all straight back. No matter which way I combed it, it looked good. His hair had such great body. I could also tell that Jackson really enjoyed having me work on his hair.

As I was combing his hair, I said to him, "I can tell that the person that cuts your hair never uses clippers. I’d like to take the clippers and taper up the sides and back a bit shorter. I wouldn’t want to take off more than an inch on top because your hair really looks awesome."

"Seeing that this is the first time I’m giving you a haircut, I’d like to show you how the haircut you have now can look a whole lot better without cutting off hardly any hair at all. After I do that, you can decide if you want me to cut your hair again."

"The first time I cut a guy’s hair, I prefer to leave it a little longer, and then if he likes it, I hope he’ll come back and have me cut it again, and the next time go for a bigger change in the way I cut it. There are so many great haircuts I would like to give you."

"Let’s go for it!" Jackson said.

I caped him up in the chair. I was really stoked that I was going to finally cut his awesome hair. I first took my brush and brushed his hair all straight back, eliminating his side part.

His hair was so soft and silky. Brushing the waves up and back caused them to just naturally fall into place. His hair was probably a little over four inches long on top. It was so great to see a guy with such beautiful wavy hair.

I then ran my hands up both the sides and into the top and back. There was really no reason for doing this, I just wanted to play with his hair for as long as possible. It was such a turn on running my hands through his hair.

I then took my comb and combed his hair all straight up and back again.

I then reached for my clippers and put a #3 guard on them. "Have you ever had clippers used on your hair before?" I asked.

"No," said Jackson. "Actually I’m a little afraid of them, but if I want to get a different looking haircut, I know that I can trust you."

Starting at his left sideburn, I ran the clippers up to about the top of his ear. This was taking off about half an inch of hair. I slightly tapered up both sides and then placed my hand on the top of his head and tilted it forward and proceeded to run the clippers a couple inches up the back.

Not all that much hair was coming off, but the clippers made his hair look so much sharper, as opposed to only using scissors. Jackson watched in the mirror and he began to relax, realizing I was not cutting off a lot of his hair.

I then slightly wet his hair on the top and remaining sides. I combed it all back, and starting at the front, I lifted up his forelock and took off slightly under an inch.

The guy that cut Jackson’s hair didn’t do a very good job evening up the ends. I loved getting to run my fingers through his hair and comb it, lifting up one of his beautiful locks at a time, and evening up the ends.

As I worked my way back, I then did the same to the sides and evened them up. I then took my brush and brushed his hair all straight back, entirely eliminating his part. His forelock was still long enough that when I brushed his hair on top back, it fell into beautiful waves and really showed them off more than the way he had previously worn it. Having his hair really stand up in the front showed off his hair so much better.

I thought he looked fantastic and I had not cut all that much hair off. I finished the haircut, and said, "So, what do you think? Do you think your hair looks any different? I hope you like it. Not bragging, but I think it looks a whole lot better than the haircut your barber gave you."

Jackson faced the mirror for the entire haircut. He had a huge smile on his face and said, "I love how different my hair looks! You were right, you didn’t have to cut very much hair off to have it look really different and definitely look a lot better."

"You have a new customer for life if you would like to keep cutting my hair for me. I can’t wait to see all the different looks I can have, as opposed to it looking the same all the time."

He then surprised me by saying, "Could you leave the sides and back the way they are now and take about two more inches off the top? I think I’d like to see how that would look."

"There’s still a lot of summer left, and maybe this would be a great time to try a shorter haircut. I really like the way it looks now though, and maybe I’d be making a big mistake. What do you think I should do?"

"I tell you what, why don’t you leave it like this for now and see how you like it? When you come back to work again, you’ll have had time to decide if you really want a shorter haircut."

I was so hoping that he would want me to give him a shorter haircut, but I knew it was best to take things slowly if I wanted to get to cut his hair all the time.

When Jackson next came back to work, he said, "I really like how this haircut looks and it has made me even more excited about trying a different looking haircut."

"How about if you take the two inches off the top and then you can determine how the sides and back should be cut? Cut it however you think will look best."

"You’re the boss! I’ll cut your hair however you want. I think I’ll do a closer taper up the sides and back with the shorter top. You’ll be able to feel the bristles at the back of your neck. I bet you’ve never felt that before. It feels really great."

I cut Jackson’s hair exactly as he wanted, and he loved it. I loved getting to lift up his forelock and cut off two inches of his beautiful hair.

"It looks awesome!" he said. "I’m no longer afraid of getting my hair cut short. I bet there are a lot of different looking short haircuts you can give me."

I was totally infatuated by how awesome his hair really was. He had it all. Thick, great body, soft and silky, and the most awesome color. He definitely stood out in a crowd. Any man would give almost anything to have such fantastic hair.

A year passed, and Jackson was still working with me at least four hours a week. He really was a good kid, and I had come to think of him as family. I had no siblings and I could relate to how he felt growing up.

I knew that he looked up to me and enjoyed spending time with me. Having grown up with hardly any older men in his life, he enjoyed the time we shared together.

I patiently waited before I put my plan in action to give him my favorite haircut. I certainly didn’t want to lose him as a worker.

It was the beginning of summer and for the next three to four months, the temperature was usually above 80.

Once Jackson got over the fear of trying different hairstyles, we really had a lot of fun creating a new look for him every few months. Once he realized that it only took eight weeks for his hair to grow an inch, it wasn’t all that big a deal to him anymore.

After we finished work one Saturday, Jackson asked me if I would mind cutting his hair for him now. "It’s just getting to be so hot."

"You’ve cut my hair so many different ways and I have always liked the way it looks. I want to try something really different. I want you to give me a really short haircut, shorter than you have ever cut it."

"I don’t want a buzzcut or anything that short, but I totally trust that when you cut it, I know that it is going to be an incredible change. I’m really psyched about having you do it."

This was the time I had been waiting for. "Are you sure? Do you really want me to cut your hair shorter than I ever have before? I think that would be a blast. I know exactly how I would want to cut your hair."

"How about if I taper the sides and back down shorter? I’d leave the front about one and a half inches long so that you can brush it all back. As I work my way towards the back, I’ll cut it a little shorter so that it will be about an inch long at the crown. I’ll then blend the sides and back into the top."

"It’s one of my favorite haircuts to do, and I don’t get to do one very often. Most of my customers are around my age, and I really like getting to cut a younger guy’s hair, especially if he has great hair, and you know that you definitely do."

"With it being short, you’ll be able to brush it all back, or when you get out of the shower, all you would need to do is towel dry your hair and then just run your hands all over it, and let it fall naturally into place. It will definitely be a whole lot easier working out in the heat this summer."

"How does that sounds to you? I really think it would look awesome, but it is definitely shorter than your hair has ever been. Would you like to go for it?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a really good looking short haircut, especially for the summer. Let’s do it!"

The one thing I had failed to mention to Jackson was that by cutting his hair the way I had just described, he would end up having a flattop for the very first time in his life!

With his hair so thick and wavy, and with the awesome color, I couldn’t wait to give him a long, square, boxy flattop. He was going to look fantastic and I felt pretty confident that he was going to like it.

"How about if I face you with your back to the mirror? I’d really like to give you the haircut I just described and then when I’m finished, turn you around and see your reaction to your new haircut."

"I can set up my video camera and after the haircut, you can watch the video, if you’d like. I think you’d enjoy watching yourself undergoing such a major transformation."

"I’m really going to enjoy doing this, but I want you to be 100% certain that you really want to go ahead and have me cut it."

"Go ahead and do it! That will make it an even wilder experience, sitting in the chair and not knowing how you are cutting my hair. The suspense will be unreal!"

Jackson sat down and I caped him up. I was so stoked that I was getting to do this.

Using scissors, I took his hair down a little at a time. I wanted this haircut to last as long as possible because running my hands through his hair was driving me crazy.

I snipped off about half an inch of his hair from all over. When I finished with the scissors, I put my hand on the top of his head and tilted it forward. I put the #2 guard on the clippers which was the shortest I had ever used on him. Starting at the back, I ran them almost all the way up to the crown.

I didn’t know if I would put the #1 guard on the clippers or not, but I felt the shorter sides made the square, boxy sides stand out even more, and with the thick top it would look fantastic. I figured I’d make up my mind whether I used the #1 guard after I took down the top and saw how it looked.

I then slightly wet Jackson’s hair and took my blowdryer and vigorously brushed his hair all straight back, getting it to stand up as high as I could get it. I then took my wide tooth comb and lifted up his gorgeous forelock and buzzed off two inches. I made certain that the hair that was coming off fell to the sides and back so Jackson could not tell how much hair was coming off.

I knew that I just had to use the #1 guard and taper the sides and back up shorter! I just couldn’t pass up the chance to do this. He wouldn’t have any skin showing but it was definitely going to be short. Just taking off an eighth of an inch more made the sides look really sharp. Not many guys can pull off this haircut, but Jackson definitely wouldn’t have any problems.

I hope he liked how it looked because I would love to give him a few more flattops before changing to a different hairstyle.

I really believe that this was probably the greatest flattop I had ever given anyone. I took great pains to make certain that it was perfectly square on the sides, and perfectly flat on the top, with just the very front long enough to barely brush back.

When I finished the haircut, I said, "Are you ready to see the new you? I think it looks awesome. It’s definitely the most dramatic haircut you have ever had." I turned him around to face the mirror. "So what do you think?" I said with a big smile on my face.

Jackson couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Oh, my God! You gave me a flattop and I didn’t even realize it! I’ve always been too afraid to get one, but I think it looks awesome! I love it, and I can’t believe how different I look! I’m really happy with this haircut!"

"I’m so glad that you started cutting my hair. My old barber would have just cut it the same way forever. It would have never entered my mind to tell him to give me a flattop."

"Did you ever wear a flattop when you were my age? I bet if you did, that it really looked fantastic."

"Sure. I would get a flattop quite often. Having my summers off, it didn’t matter how I wore my hair, and with the heat, it made it so much easier to work outside."

"I also thought a flattop looked good on me. I always looked forward to when it was getting near flattop time. It’s probably been nearly twenty years since I last had one, though."

Then Jackson really surprised me. With the biggest smile on his face, he said, "The next time you go to get your hair cut, why don’t you let me come with you, and you tell your barber to give you a haircut just like mine?"

"Summer is here, and you know how hot it will be. You still have a really thick head of great hair and I bet you would look fantastic with a flattop. I think it would be really cool if we both had the same haircut!"

I could see how the thought of me doing that excited him, but I wasn’t certain if I really wanted to do it.

"I’ll have to think about that for awhile. That’s way too big a decision to just make on the spur of the moment. Wearing a flattop when you’re young is one thing, but when you’re over 60, it might be a mistake."

"I don’t understand why? Jackson said. "You’re retired, and can do whatever you want."

"What was it that you said to me? If a guy has a great head of hair, he should show it off! You’ve got a great head of hair. Come on, and show it off, and get your hair cut like mine. I’d love to see us standing beside each other with the same haircut."

"I tell you what. I’ll think about it, and the next time you come back to work, I’ll have made up my mind whether or not I want to do that."

"I really hope you decide to do it! I think it would be awesome watching you get a flattop," Jackson said.

I took Jackson home and when I returned to my house, I immediately went up to my barber room.

There was so much beautiful hair everywhere. Four inch wavy locks almost completely covered the floor around my barber chair. I gathered it all up and placed it in a ziplock bag to add to my collection. It was definitely one of the best that I had.

I sat down in my chair and looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if I would really consider getting a flattop. I knew that I was still lucky to have such a full head of thick hair, especially for a man my age.

My hair was dark brown with it slightly graying at the temples. I had the sides and back tapered, and it was probably over four inches long on top. The sides were around two inches, which I brushed all back. My hair had great body and I was able to brush the sides up and back into the top.

I knew that my hair was probably my best feature. Would I really want to cut it all off? I brushed my hair all perfectly into place and just sat there and looked at it, and thought about if I would really have the nerve to do it.

My mind kept going back to the great time I just had with Jackson. It really was intense and a major turn on for me. I started thinking that maybe I would do it, and get a flattop. Jackson would love it, and it would probably be an incredible time. I had not had that much hair cut off in probably twenty years. It would definitely be a rush seeing most of my hair coming off.

I then thought to myself, really what would be the big deal? You’ve had dozens of flattops over the years and you always liked how you looked. If I got a flattop the first of June, and if I hated how it looked, I could immediately grow it out and be able to brush it all back, in just eight weeks, just like I had told Jackson.

I then thought that if I did like the way it looked, I could get it cut again the first of July, and the first of August, and I could then start growing it out again. That was the way I had worn my hair for so many years.

It would be only two months, and once I got over the shock of doing it, I probably would end up liking it. I always thought I looked good with a flattop. Maybe it was time to see myself wearing one again?

I would certainly be sporting a different look if I did it. I also thought if I went ahead and did this, that Jackson would get a big charge out of it.

One moment, I was telling myself to go for it. I knew it was only hair and would grow back in no time. If I got a flattop, it would be the biggest change in my hair in twenty years.

Why not do something different? I felt both excited and afraid at the same time. This definitely was not part of my plan when I first thought about cutting Jackson’s hair.

The next moment, I would think to myself that I was crazy even thinking about cutting off my hair that I loved so much. Why in the world would I get rid of something I get so many compliments about? I thought a flattop might also make me look older, and I certainly didn’t want to do that.

I knew Jackson really wanted me to do this. I hated to dissappoint him, but at that exact moment, I just couldn’t decide. I was glad I had a week to make up my mind.

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