her hair. She trapped me in the hall, threw a lasso over me securely, and hauled me into the bathroom as her captive. Moving a chair over in front of the mirror, she tied me to it firmly. Muttering something about burning me at the stake, she tied my legs to the chair rungs. I was definitely a trapped paleface!!

She left me there to stew for a while, and came back in a few minutes. She had slipped on a shift and removed her feather, and in her hands were a bag, comb, and scissors!

"Please don't scalp me, Indian Maiden!” I said half seriously and half in mock terror.

"Oh I'm tired of that ol' game, I've decided to play something else while I have you so conveniently here, like Beauty Shop."

I saw the glint again, realized that this is what had been on her mind all night, and that I have been deftly trapped! I could see a wholesale shearing of my locks, and I started to protest in earnest. She quickly stopped my complaint and threats with a hard kiss on the mouth.

"Now don't worry darling, I'm not intending to give you a crew cut, I love your long hair just as much as you do, but its so wild, and strag- gily, I just think it would look better in curls."

She washed my hair, and started pinning and snipping. The deft movements of her fingers and the angelic smile on her face made it a pleasurable experience. Then came rollers and setting gel. Quickly, patterns of pink rollers were placed in my hair! Then came a hair net and a lacy drying bonnet.

It was a good half hour before my hair dried. She left the bathroom and went off into the bedroom, leaving me to stare at my new bonnet bedecked image in the mirror and to wonder at her quiet industry. Finally she came back, removed the hair drier and tested for dryness.

"I don't think you'll really appreciate the style if you don't see the overall effect." Liz said perfectly straight-faced, except for laughing eyes. "So I've gotten a few things for you to put on to accentuate the beauty of your new hair-do. I'll have to untie you so you can put them on, so you'll have to give me your word that you won't touch the hair rollers until I am done."

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