CJ looked at the hairstylist through the mirror and prayed that she wasn't like the woman who washed his hair. She had literally dug her witch nails into his scalp while the shampoo burned through his skull.The one who was about to shave him and cut his hair was a very big lady. Her red hair was up in a bun like a sumo wrestler, which pulled her facial skin up for a permanent resting b***h face. Her fingers were so thick, they could probably crush walnuts. At least her nails weren't long and black like Mrs. Edward Scissor Hands'.
He spotted Allie on a love seat, reading a magazine. His eyes screamed, 'save me!' but she didn't notice. He kept telling himself all the reasons why he agreed to a shave and a haircut.
"Alrighty sugar," the hairstylist spoke in the sweetest Southern voice he ha
