Fantasy In Satin

I woke up slowly, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, my head lying on something satiny soft. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. My beautiful wife was gazing down at me, smiling tenderly. The lace from her peignoir sleeve trailed across my face as she pushed some of my hair that had fallen over my brow back from my face.

By Bea

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From where I sat, I could see the group reflected in a mirror across the room. All of a sudden I realized just how feminine picture we all made. Silks and laces and chiffons, gleams of satin. Even Rose in her soft black uniform with the white apron and cap added to the picture as she moved quietly around serving our meal.

Nervously, I swept my hair back from my forehead. It was getting quite long. I was going to have to get Ellen's ok to get it cut. It hadn't been too bad when I'd been able to tie it back in a pony tail, but Ellen had objected, so now it just hung loose, naturally wavy. When I looked at it, it was almost exactly the same as Emily's.

And with a shock, my eyes got drawn to the mirror by the flash of a chiffon sleeve as it pushed the hair back from the face of a young woman - and knew it was me I was seeing.

"Yes. Your hair is probably getting a little long. Time we did something with it." Ellen said. I could only stare at her in astonishment. Was mind reading amongst her accomplishments? But her next words dispelled any idea I had of being allowed to get a haircut. "Rose? Why don't you work on Frances and Emily and Henry's hair after lunch?" Then she added. "Rose is very good with hair. You'll really love what she can do." Both of my cousins gave little squeals of delight." Oh! She does yours, doesn't she?" Emily asked Ellen. "And your hair is always so immaculate. Oh thank you! Thank you!"

And, twenty minutes later, I sat in front of the dressing table with Rose 'doing' my hair, showing Emily and Frances some tricks of the trade, and sometimes allowing them to practice a little on me. I never stopped blushing the whole time - through the shampoo, the blow drying, the application of rollers and bobbi pins and setting lotion, then being placed under the portable drier.

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