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“You might…need to get lower. You’re too tall.” I didn’t reply but I went down on one knee, my leg slipping between her feet. She came up behind me and her hands ran through my hair. Her nails scrubbed against my scape and I sighed. She ran her fingers through my hair. Before the battle, she had sat everyone down at the other house and cut everyones hair. Auri massaged my temples and down the sides of my hair. She was thorough, making sure she massaged every part. “Close your eyes.”

She said to herself. Diana had her shoulder rested on the edge of the door, supporting her weight. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, dressed in a silky short knicker and white crop top, which showed her navel. No earring, no makeup, just plain Diana but also simply pretty. Her most beautiful asset were her legs. She had long beautiful legs and she didn't fail to show it anytime. She was wearing her red flurry in-house slipper. Her hands were folded over chest as she was studying her. "Can't you knock?!" Linda asked her.

It was Trisha, but why was she whispering? A frown played on her face when she saw me. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" she asked. Just then, Diana joined her, and oh my God, they looked stunning. Diana was in a midnight pink hourglass dress that had a dramatic long tail sweeping through the floor, her earrings were a statement to make. Her hair was in a high ponytail, while... Trisha was in a bold red ball gown with cut-out sleeves, her hair tied in a bun.

Diana kept staring at herself in the half length size mirror in front of her. Her eyes were swollen for the fact that she still yawns so much more sleep. She was still tired and as well drained of almost every energy she had. Her hair was made to fall back freely at her back, and when Diana stared back again at herself, she saw a totally different person standing right in front of the mirror. She was in a silver long gown that swept the floor, and has a hairpin when half of her hair was being packed in a round donout.

What she sees and hears next makes her frozen on the spot. “I knew you still love me. Mia is only a distraction.” Tara whispers with a seductive tone. Her previously well-groomed hair is a mess. She is perching on the edge of the desk, the hemline of her red dress bunches on her waist, exposing her lady parts with nothing on.

Once my nails are finished and dried, Carrie has me sit in front of my vanity again. “So this time I was thinking of doing a style that leaves your hair down rather than up. I want to curl your hair and put your hair into a messy fishtail braid that hangs over your shoulder. I promise it won’t actually be messy. It’ll be gorgeous,” says Carrie.

was about canines. Theresa, being an immense sucker for canines, hadn't thought long and hard about purchasing the book. Sandro stopped in the entryway and she admired the way she see his captured look on her hair. She lifted a reluctant hand to her recently trimmed hair, realizing that it was a major change. She had her midriff length fall of Titian hair style to simply beneath her jaw. The style was straight and smooth, with a padded periphery and Laura cherished the manner in which it caused her look and to embrace a new lease on life.

At this time, the clerk asked her, "Lady, what about you? What hairstyle do you want to have?" "Short hair!" Daisy said with anger. Chole had just hung up the phone when she heard what Daisy said. She was shocked and said, "Short hair? Your hair is so long. It's a pity to cut it." Looking at the long curly hair of Chole, Daisy thought that Brother Sean didn't seem to like short hair. Both Chole and Hazel had long curly hair... Thinking of this, Daisy made a decision. She looked up at the clerk and said, "I want to have a perm!"

Tattoo guy wrapped my hair in a purple towel and we chatted for a while then went to wash off my hair when his timer went off. After the whole thing, I was looking smoking hot! I was born to rock a red hair, I had always known from the start. I twirled and flipped my bouncy, wavy hair. Tcee's dye was very attractive. It was an ice blond hair that brought out her eyes. It was sent to cascade down her back like a water fall and she shook her legs that were graced in black boots. ************** Getting to the club, we went straight to the bar to place our orders.

I blurt out, staring at my girl. Alec snorts from the passenger seat, holding back a hurricane of laughter. Matteo is staring too. His mouth has dropped all the way to his chest. I watch Diana as she catwalks up the stairs, those hips swaying in that way that makes my head spin. Her hair’s dancing too. Bright white. Like she walked into a salon and asked them to bleach the life out of it. "Goddamn it, Diana! What the fuck!" Matteo finally explodes but holds his shit together. His face is tight and red, like he's not gonna survive if he doesn't let it all out.