My Teacher

My Teacher

My Teacher – Deshavrr

When I went to elementary school, I had a teacher named Miss Sargent. She was beautiful! Blonde hair down to her waist, all one length. I live very close to my old school, so I occasionally go there to play basketball. While I was there last year, I noticed a woman getting out of her car and having trouble carrying all her paperwork. I ran over to help her and to my surprise it was Miss Sargent! As I talked with her I found out that she now was married and her name was Mrs. Ross. She still had very long blonde hair. So many nights I dreamed about her. As I helped her to her classroom, I watched her hair swing back and forth. I asked her about it and she said that her husband had wanted her to cut her hair for a long time, but she just couldn’t get the nerve to cut it. I then made up my mind to ‘help’ her. I told her that I would be right back and proceeded to go to my car to get my hair equipment. When I got back I told Mrs. Ross that I had been cutting hair for a while and asked her if she would like a free haircut. She told me that it was time for her to get a ‘trim’ and said she would like it very much if I did it. I was shocked at her statement. For years I had wanted to be in this situation and I was going to take full advantage of it! She sat behind her desk and I placed my apron around her neck. I lifted her hair and was amazed how heavy it was! She started to tell me how she was having back problems and attributed it to her long hair. I told her if she would put her hands behind her back, it would relieve some of the pain. She did and said that did feel better. Here was my opportunity! I reached in my bag and retrieved a piece of cord I kept just for this situation. When I grabbed her hands and tied them together, she said, “Hey! What are you doing?” I told her that I was going to give her the haircut of a lifetime. She started to cry a little and said, “PLEASE don’t cut my hair!” I told her that it wouldn’t take long and her husband would love it. When I picked up the scissors, she started to cry again–“PLEASE don’t do this-PLEASE!” I grabbed her hair into a ponytail and laid the scissors on her neck. She gasped and started to cry even more. It took me several seconds to cut through her hair, as I did she started to scream—“MY HAIR!” I laid the ponytail on her desk. As I picked up my clippers, she was really crying loudly. I put my hand on top of her head and pushed her chin all the way to her chest and held it there. As I turned on the clippers they came to life with a loud ‘clack’. When they did, she jumped and started to cry, “PLEASE – NO! Don’t do this!” I told her that I was going to give her a clipper shave and placed them on the nape of her neck. As I pushed the clippers to the top of her head, hair began to fall to the floor in large pieces leaving a white strip of nubby skin. As I continued around the back of her head, I noticed that she had stopped crying. It seemed like she was enjoying this! I asked her if she was all right and she told me that she had secretly wanted someone to do this to her for along time! She was hoping it would be her husband, but now it didn’t matter. She then said, “Please cut off all the rest of my hair!” I was so shocked, I had to stop for a second. She then said, “PLEASE shave my head, I want it bad!” I put the clippers on her forehead and untied her hands. She reached up, grabbed the clippers, and pushed them straight back across her head. She then continued to clipper shave the rest of her hair! When she was done, Mrs. Ross thanked me and asked if I could shave her every 4 weeks. I said, “Of course!” She said that maybe next time I could bring some shaving cream and a razor. I said, “Definitely!” We met every 4 weeks for her shave. She told me that her husband LOVES it!

 

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