On the afternoon four days before the wedding, Lily drove to downtown and parked around the corner from a small hair salon. Kara parked across the street and readied her telephoto lens. Why would Lily come to a hair salon so early? She couldn't get her hair done now; that would come the night before or the morning of the wedding day.
Lily went inside and hung around while one of the stylists finished with his customer. He was tall, well-muscled, with long chestnut hair down his back. Tight pants clung to his thighs and ass like a model for a romance novel's cover. "Lily!" he boomed, and wrapped her in a bear hug. "I was hoping you'd drop by!" She grinned, a little out of breath from his squeeze. "How are you today, Stan?" He held her at arm's length, and she steadied herself by grabbing his large biceps. "All the better for seeing you, my dear. Oh, you make my job too easy." He reached out and ran his long fingers through her hair, stroking her ear as he did so. "Really, you don't need me to do anything; your hair is perfect." They looked at each other for a moment, Stan still caressing her hair. "So..." Lily continued, looking at the other women in the salon, "I just wanted to make sure that you got my call about the appointment on Friday." "Of course, of course!" Stan enthused, turning away to his station, flipping open his appointment book. Lily and the other patrons couldn't help but notice the swell of his ass flexing against his pants. "Yes...Friday at 3:30, right?" "Yes, that's right." Lily agreed. He turned back, smiled. "You could have just called..." "Oh, but I was in the area, I figured I'd just stop by and say hello." They looked at each other a moment longer. Then they shook themselves. "Okay, well, I have to get back to work." "Yeah, me too." They came together for one last hug, then Lily stepped back, waved, and walked out of the salon.
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