We had an awesome wig-party last Friday and another Christian (wow) took, very seriously, the role as chief creative hair officer. No one was allowed to put it on without his surveillance and involvement.
Met these two in the staircase just about when we were leaving. So, so close to a cozy bed.
He started with her, I started to imagine what would come.
She's a woman, of course she looks good in a wig.
Before I knew it his hands was all over my head, touching my face...
Terrified what he'd might to to the arguing troublemaker, I could only submit to the humiliation.
Obviously, I had no option but to pose.
The Hair Director was mighty upset as his role was challenged by his peers.