PTSD, the hooker and the vet

Maggie knelt in front of me at the foot of the bed, leaned forward and put her head in my lap. I stroked her hair, dark brown shoulder length, it felt cool to the touch and silky. We stayed like that for moments untouched by the entire world. The earth may have been twisting and turning, Harry was somewhere out there on the streets twisting and turning himself, but both of our bodies and minds were one, and we were calmed by the peaceful touch of each other.

"I need to dye my roots before I go, do you need a shower or the bathroom anytime soon?" I asked Maggie, as she pushed her head deeper into my lap, between my legs. I wanted to be with her, but I knew the odds of a sensual goodbye being ruined by Harold was far too high to risk. I'd rather hold on to the thought of her hair in my hands, her beautiful face in my lap, as our parting.

But Maggie had other plans, despite the risks.

As I put the blond hair dye onto the darker roots at my scalp, Maggie walked into the bathroom looking daring.

"You are not going into the shower with me, Maggie, so you can get that thought right out of your head," I said teasingly.

"Oh, yes I am. I'll have to," Maggie said, and put a strand of her hair out to me. "Dye it. Just this strip. Your color," she spoke like a rebel.

"Are you out of your mind?" I asked, but I admit, I liked the idea.

"Just one strip of blond," Maggie said, demandingly, and held out the hair so close to my face it touched it softly and tickled.

"Ok, but half that," I said, and took the hair into my plastic gloved hands, divided it in half with my fingers, and spread the blond dye into it. Maggie had a devious, mischeivous grin on her face. I did, too, but it had an undertone of worry at the corners. "Oh boy, Maggie, I hope you know what you're doing," I said flatly.

"I do," Maggie said.

We set the kitchen timer to twenty five minutes and sat at the table drinking tea together. As the bing-bing-bing of the timer went off, Maggie got up, put the bolt locks and chain locks up on both doors into the apartment, and we went to wash the hair dye out of each other's hair.

Posted by nft at May 25, 2004 08:53 AM