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 <H1 ALIGN=CENTER>Serendipity</H1>

   <H2 ALIGN=CENTER><i>or; How a GOOD THING Can Just Fall In Front of
You</i></H2>

   <H3 ALIGN=CENTER>Copyright 2010-2015 The Scribbler</H3>

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   <em>Chapter the Eighth</em>

   ...  "NEXT," he said...

   I nudged Tyrell's butt with my foot.  When he looked up to me, I said,
"That would be you, Tyrell.  Get up in the chair"

   The adolescent mulatto climbed to his feet, then warily made his way to
the barber's chair, while Jamal waited for him.

   Tyrell sat down, and Jamal whipped the cape around him.  After putting
the neck strip in place, Jamal clipped the cape, and then turned to me, an
expectant look on his visage.

   I was impressed that Jamal didn't even seem to think about asking Tyrell
about how to cut his hair.

   Answering the unasked question, I said, "I don't know, Jamal." I tilted
my head to the side, considering, then asked, "What do you think?"

   "Well, Suh," He said, coming out from behind his chair, "with his facial
shape, I'd think rather short and tight." Jamal met my eyes, then said,
"But, that won't let you get any kind of grip in his hair."

   "You do understand," I stated.

   Let me see what I can do, here," he replied.

   Jamal went back behind his station, and lifted an old style afro hair
pick from the back counter.  Then, he started teasing the tangles out of
Tyrell's hair, speaking quietly to the boy.

   Mean while, Latisha had scootched herself around, so that she could rub
her cheek against my leg.  This wasn't comfortable, for either of us, as
she was in front of me.  With chairs to either side, there wasn't any
choice for her, so I reached down, and pulled her up, into my lap.

   Latisha gave a happy little sigh and leaned back into my chest, wiggling
her cute ass until she was sure my cock was centered between her cheeks.

   Needless to say, we were both happy, and I suddenly noticed how well she
fit there, her bowed head just the right height for me to rest my chin,
comfortably, as I absently started feeling her tits.

   I was kind of watching what Jamal was doing, not paying any attention to
my own hands, when I noticed that Clyde and the others were all staring
into the mirror.  Glancing at my reflection, I saw that the way Latisha was
perched on my lap, left her fully exposed to the mirror.  I also noticed
that she was aroused to the point that there was some pink showing.  No
doubt, that is what had drawn all the eyes.

   I whispered to her, that she wasn't to move, but everyone could see her
pussy.  Still looking in the mirror, I saw her eyes, tracking the gazes
that were zeroed on her.  Finally, when she met my eyes in the mirror, she
smiled, and laid her face back against my chest.  Her arousal grew, and her
pussy was now fully flowered open, bright coral pink, and shining with her
dew.

   My arousal was growing too.  At least, my dick was getting firmed up, in
the crack of her ass.  Latisha knew it, too, because she started a gentle,
rhythmic squeezing of her ass cheeks, that soon had me ready to throw her
to the floor, and take her, right there in front of the whole room.

   I sighed, and tried to distract myself, by watching Jamal, now running
the clippers around, and over Tyrell's head.

   Jamal had teased the boy's hair out almost a foot, and was now running
the clippers about three to four inches from his scalp.  To me, it still
looked a bit long, but I didn't say anything.

   Latisha said, quietly, " The only times he's had a haircut, before, was
when one of the neighborhood women got tired of seeing him all
nappy-headed. Then, they'd just start cutting, with a pair of scissors, not
leaving very much.  It hasn't happened since our dad died, though.  That's
why he was looking all ragged."

   I told her, " I don't know, but it still looks a bit long."

   "The barber will pack it down, Master.  Tyrell's hair is stretched out,
right now.  It'll look much shorter, when they're finished," she told me.
"But you'll still be able to get a grip in his hair.  We saw how much you
like that, yesterday."

   I reached up and grasped a bit of her hair, and gave a light tug.  "Me
thinks I'm not the only one who likes it," I said.

   She gave a little gasp, at the pull, and agreed with me.

   Jamal pulled a spray bottle from under his back counter, and liberally
wet down the boy's hair, while pressing the hair down against his scalp.

   Then, he took what looked like a thigh high nylon stocking, and
stretched it over Tyrell's head, and reached for a blow drier.  A few
minutes later, Jamal shut off, and put away the hair drier.  Then, he
pulled the stocking from Tyrell's head, and started fussing with a comb and
scissors.

   Tyrell looked good.  His hair was now shaped into a modified Caesar,
which fit the shape of his face, really well.  Jamal gave him a lot of
instructions on how to keep it neat, and, finally, handed the boy the
stocking used on his hair.

   As Tyrell made to stand up out of the chair, I pulled my hand out from
under his sister's skirt, where I had absently been stroking her wetness. I
eased Latisha to her feet, then climbed to mine, reaching for my billfold.
Pulling out a twenty (That's what I always gave Jamal.  Ten for the
haircut, and Ten for a tip), I made to pay for Tyrell's haircut, but Tyrell
quickly stepped in front of me.

   "Master, please?" he asked, and I knew what he meant.  I handed Tyrell
the bill, and he turned to Jamal.

   "Sir," Tyrell said, holding out the cash towards Jamal, "I don't think
my hair has ever looked better.  Thank You, so much."

   Jamal smiled at the boy.  "We'll be working to keep it looking good,
Boy. If'n I know your Master, you'll be getting haircuts here, reg'lar
like," he said, accepting the bill.

   Looking up at me, Jamal continued, "You know, Will, my ol' wife, she
does wimmins hair, up to the house..." He nodded his head towards Latisha.
"Girl there, looks like she could use a little trim," he suggested.

   I looked down to meet Latisha's gaze, and I could tell that she'd never
ask, but that she'd also enjoy having her hair taken care of.  Still
looking at my girl, I said, "Can't be today, Jamal.  We have too much to
do." Looking up at the old man, I continued, "But if you will give me a
number to call, I'll see if we can't set something up in the next few
days."

   Jamal rang the haircut on his ancient cash register, put the twenty in,
and pulled out a ten, and a card.  Handing me the card, he made to give the
ten to Tyrell, who looked at me.  I gave a slight shake of my head, and
Tyrell immediately put his hands behind his back.  "Sir, I'm sure that my
Master intended for you to have that money.  If he didn't, he would have
told me so."

   Jamal smiled, again, and said, "Then, I thank you both." Then he turned
to me, and proffered the card, saying, "here's one of Martha's cards.  Give
her a call, to set an appointment."

   Accepting the card, I said, "I'll do that, Jamal, and thanks." I tucked
it into my shirt pocket.

   "You gonna hang, here, and shoot the shit with us a while?" he asked.

   "I'd like to," I replied, "but, I have a lot to do, getting these two
squared away in their new situation."

   "Now, before we go, I have a question for you," I stated.

   "What's that?" Jamal asked.

   "I noticed that you didn't shave either Tyrell's, here, or Otis's necks,
after you cut their hair," I said, "yet you always shave mine.  I have to
assume that's because of the shaving bumps?"

   "Yep, Tha's right." he told me.  "If'n a black man shaves, the cut off
hair can grow under the skin and make a bump."

   I nodded, and asked, "Well, what's the best way to avoid that, but still
get the job done?  Not so much for the boy, here, but for this one," I
said, hugging Latisha to my side.

   Jamal looked pointedly at Latisha's skirt covered crotch, then met my
eye.  "You best discuss that with my wife.  I know she does a lot of that
kind of work, but she won't tell me about it." He smiled, then said, "I
can't imagine why...  But, when it comes time for this boy to start
shaving, I'll --with your permission, of course-- teach him how."

   I laughed with him, and thanked him again, then spoke our good wishes to
the group With that, we departed for our next itinerary stop, the country's
most (in)famous big box store.