As promised, Jack walked into the salon two days later. He didn’t act awkward as some men do when surrounded by femininity and women. He wasn’t in uniform. Dressed in jeans and a tee clinging to his chest, he looked every bit as yummy as he had at the deli.
“Hi, Jack.” Abby glanced away from the woman’s hair she was back-combing.
“Abby. Is today okay?” Jack asked.
“Sure. I’m almost done here. Just have a seat.” She nodded at the chairs.
The man walked over to the seating and folded his body into the chair. Abby sprayed the woman’s hair and removed the cape protecting her clothing. After she finished cashing out the client, she beckoned to Jack to come to her chair.
After he sat, Abby lowered the chair so she could reach the top of his head. “How do you like your hair done?”
“Real sho
