the haircut by sun

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This day, the weather was beautiful and Fabrice would have liked well walking carefree in head. But concerns(marigolds), he(it) had it a lot at the moment. Nothing which cannot worry its circle of acquaintances; that concerns(marigolds) not seen not taken, invisible, in charge of secrets agonies and painful temptations. He loved Aurélien, the beautiful Aurélien, too beautiful for him and, for his misfortune, his best friend...

He(It) suffered from it from day to day, and from day to day a little more. He(it) did not feel any more capable of living with him this friendship so close without ever being able to affect(touch) him(it), inhaling him(it) as he would have liked(loved), to his most intimate sweats. He(it) had it at night of the exhausting dreams and in the morning of the cruel awakenings(alarm clocks), and without ever anybody to whom to speak about it, nobody...

Aurélien flirted with the girls a lot who dredged(tried to pick up) him(it), and they were numerous, and they did not hide their feelings those, they were ashamed, never, even of their play-acting, their provocs vulgar, nothing discouraged them, and it was hurtful, hopeless to see Aurélien giving in so easily to so many wallowed desires, while he, Fabrice, knew to be expanding(carrier) of far more beautiful, stronger feelings...

Without knowing too much why, Fabrice knew that he would dare to admit to Aurélien, either today, or tomorrow, or never. He(it) did not either imagine to be able to break with him this crazy friendship which filled(performed) its life. His(her,its) mobile(portable) sounded(rang). It was Aurélien:

- But, s**t, what the hell are you doing? I wait for you! Are you where?

He(It) was there, Fabrice, very close, for one hour of which he thought in circle around his district... He(it) rose to Aurélien. He(it) was very excited, Aurélien, nervous, cheerful, cheerful as usual. He also liked that, Fabrice, this joy of life(living) which Aurélien always had, this staunch vitality. But this time Fabrice did not feel the strength to pretend at least to see him(it).

- What have you, that goes not?

- Yes...

- We make what in the afternoon?

- I know not...

- I know... We go to the barberhop!

- What?

- We go to the barberhop! Anyway, have you the too long hair, agree you? Look me at that!

Aurélien had an incredible gesture(movement): he(it) plunged a firm hand in the Fabrice's long hair, tipped over to him(her) the head behind, and fixed him(it) eyes:

- Let me make, OK?

It was said with kindness, but a light sourdait threat...

- I take you at the barberhop, you say nothing, you let me make, go come...

He(It) did not leave the time to Fabrice to react, pulled(entailed) him(her,it) on the landing by a sleeve(round) of his(its) jacket. They spoke to each other little in the minutes which followed. Simply, Aurélien worried to know if everything was well and watched him(it) of the corner(place) of the eye, doubtless to warn(prevent) any possible escape attempt. To avoid(run away,flee), Fabrice did not even think of it, he followed docilely, as a mechanics on the march, his Aurélien apparently in a hurry(pressed). Very fast, they found themselves in front of A tiny hairdressing salon for men(people).

Fabrice congealed, but he did not have time to say that he was out of the question that he enters in there: Aurélien pushed him(it) against the door by engaging the handle(handful). Fabrice was in front of hairdresser, about sixty years, a little surprised with this intrusion.

- I bring you my friend, says Aurélien without getting confused.

- Young man...

The hairdresser showed the red armchair to Fabrice who did not move.

- Go, go! Says Aurélien who helped him(it) to sit down. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!

Fabrice found himself seated in front of mirror without understanding(including) anything more there. The blood beat in its temples. He heard(understood) vaguely Aurélien joke with the hairdresser who covered him(it) entirely with a big blue sheet.

- Sacred mop of hair, right? says Aurélien. It is not every day that you have to cut it like that...

The hairdresser laughed by surrounding Fabrice's neck of a white towel(briefcase):

- No, it is not every day... And we cut them how?

- Very short, says Aurélien, very very short...

- He(it) has not the air all right says the hairdresser, the clairvoyant(light) Fabrice to become so white as his towel(briefcase).

- It is me who pay, it is me who decide! Concludes Aurélien by going to sit down on the chair the closest to the armchair. Cut scissors and lawn mower, it is possible?

- Yes, of course...

Of his comb, the hairdresser spread(displayed) curtly all the Fabrice's hair around the armchair. And Fabrice hardly had time to see Aurélien blushing before long drills(locks) block him(her) the view(sight). He lived all the beginning long of his cup(cutting) the chin stuck on the breast, listening to, hallucinated person, the snap of scissors in the thick silence of the lounge(show). The shame submerged him(it) when he(it) realized the pleasure which he(it) began to feel so humbled by that one that he loved chiefly. He(it) did not imagine a moment which Aurélien was able to too to find his pleasure there. One moment he was not able to abandon the idea that Aurélien, having eventually guessed his(her) secrets desires, had imagined this cruel lesson only to cure him(it) for ever of his(her) guilty attraction. And, under snips of the scissors increasing and plundering everything of this hair which he liked so much, he(it) felt(smelt) the worst occurring: his(her,its) sex which did not stop inflating(swelling). Under the sheet, he had to wrinkle the hands on armrests to be sure(safe) not to yield to temptation to masturbate. And, at the height of the tension, he(it) exaggerated almost the subdued postures which the rough hands of the hairdresser imposed on the head to cut the hair covering him(her) ears and cheeks. The emotion reached(affected) its height when the hairdresser began(undertook) to get away him(her) the drills(locks) of the front. The head was returned behind and was stuck to the blouse(overall) of the hairdresser, he lives the comb to raise(find) the curtain of hair and Aurélien's face to appear in the mirror. He(it) closed almost immediately eyes and carried(wore) in spite of him a hand in his(its) sex as scissors clicked. The rain of hair which dripped him(her)

On the face he seemed the most accomplished of the submissions that he can offer to inaccessible sound love.

The rest of the time crossed(spent) in this lounge(show) seemed to him(her) endless and nevertheless too short. He(it) kept(guarded) blindly, even when the hairdresser stopped(arrested) his cup(cutting) to go to ferret about in a drawer and to find(to take out of the nest) a lawn mower there. The jingle in the neck indicated him(her) that it was a mechanical lawn mower. There, he thought again of his sex, maintaining strangely calmed, wondering anxiously if sometimes that one would not be relieved of a jet; a wave of panic blew in the head in the idea that, when it would get up later(just now) from the armchair, its pants could well betray him(it).

He(It) was there there when the small mechanics ended its work. Aurélien got up to inspect the cup(cutting), lifted(raised) Fabrice's head by the chin, planted hard the eyes in his, and decided that it was still too long and that thus the lawn mower had to turn(return) to it!...

Finally, ten minutes later, Aurélien, finally satisfied, paid the cup(cutting) as he had said and Fabrice does not run away as he nevertheless intended there.

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