“It’s just a haircut, for Christ sake!” bellowed Brian, pulling Sam along into the skater slash hairdresser’s warehouse.  “What the fuck is this place?” he asked his cotton candy lips grimacing.  Looking around, a hand draped over his chest, reaching out and touching the surface of a table with the other hand, checking if for dust, or cum, one or the other.

            “Oh just sit the fuck down, will you,” ordered Samantha with a chuckle, it was late, almost six.

            “That long hair isn’t becoming of you, I saw pictures of you when it was short, much hotter,” affirmed Brian.  Smoothing out his dark purple tie, his black suit immaculate. 

            “That was ages ago,” grunted Sam, her stormy grey eyes clouding over.

            “That was when CJ was around, now you gotta get living,” instructed her newly found brother.

            “So says Yoda,” laughed Sam.

            “Look, you gave me a third chance with my son.  Now, I’m trying to repay you, would you let me?  This Shaymen whatever person is the hottest, cutting edge, hairdresser, hair cutter, whatever on the coast.”

            “Shaymen?” asked Sam.

            “Shaman, Shaman, Slaaloum, whatever,” said Brian seriously. Finally, Shane couldn’t take it anymore, a fierce wanting to just be able to go home, and curl up under the covers overcame her.  So she stood, pushing the curtain to her room back and finally revealed herself.

            “It’s Shane,” said an androgynous woman from the back of the room, “and you’d be Brian Kidney?”

            “Kinney,” corrected Brian, Samantha laughing so hard that her sides hurt and she was breathless.

            “It was that or Kinky, this way, please?” offered Shane, watching the short tomboy with careful eyes.  Instantly realizing who she was, the woman with the kid on her back a few days ago at Bette and Tina’s.  Then Shane reminded herself that it was no longer Bette and Tina’s house, it was simply Bette’s. 

            “Kinky would have been better,” giggled Sam, “I’ve seen the things he has in his house.”  Shane saw that the woman didn’t remember her, and that she hadn’t struck her fancy at all.  So Shane said nothing about having sort of met days before.