A) organic farmer.
₿) she does it. I sit on the stool, the buzzer pluged into the extention cord, conversation light as hair falls. Shirtless my head is contorted as the vibrations are deafening and overwhelming. Time to time i cheat for a glance at her curves as she absorbed in the task of art. The cacophony ends. Serine, she comes at me with blades using hands and skills that have ended lesser weeds. Again my head is pushed, hair grabbed, cold metal slowly grinds.
Till its over, i trim my beard to match my new trim. then a I take a hot shower, sweep up & provide my payment of a foot massage / pedicure equal in length and effort.
I highly recommend it.
