Shane sat the woman in her chair, smiling at her, adjusting her glasses, “So, Mr. Kinky, what is your girlfriend’s name?” this only made Sam laugh harder.

            “Sister, she’s my sister, Sam,” groaned Brian, thinking if this was the best LA had to offer, perhaps Pittsburg was starting to look brighter every day.

            “Ah, so Sam, what shall we be doing today?” asked Shane in her deep throaty voice.  Sam met her green ice chipped eyes with her own grey ones and simply shrugged.

            “Make her look like she’s on the prowl,” ordered Brian seriously. 

            Shane looked up at Brian, then back at Sam, who shrugged again, “Whatever you want, Shane,” smiled Sam, the corner of her lips curling up into an alluring seductive smile.  Bending down, studying Sam’s face, then nodding. 

            “Yeah, ok…,” muttered Shane, “I can do something with this thick mane of hay colored hair.”

            “No putting any highlights…,” grumbled Sam.

            “Sam..,” threatened Brian.

            “Fine,” throwing up her hand and tossing a scathing look at her brother, “whatever!”

            Forty five minutes later, Shane had lopped off virtually all of Sam’s hair, leaving her with a short, boyish cut, that looked better the more it was tussled.  Sam’s natural highlights coming out, making her grey eyes look that much darker and filled with mischief than before. 

            “Better…,” said Brian, walking around Sam, who was standing, rolling her eyes dramatically.  “Much better,” nodded Brian.  Reaching out and messing up Sam’s hair even more, Sam slapping his hand away, laughing.  

            Brian reached into his pocket, just as his cell phone rang, tossing the small phone to Sam, “Get that for me, will you?  It’s the other set of munchers.”

            Sam caught it with a deft hand, winking at Shane as she did and turned away, taking the call.  Brian handed Shane some hundred dollar bills, and Shane looked down at the huge tip in her hand.

            “Thanks, hey…” began Shane, “I’ll give this back if you give me her address?” grinned Shane. 

            “How about her cell phone number?” offered Brian.