Three Months in Paris Part Ten
As I sat under the dryer, luxuriating in the warm flow around my curled head, I watched intently as Claudette tightly wound Jacque's dull man hair onto the curlers which would bring him closer to the joys of womanhood. Even if he didn't know it yet. My hair did not take long to dry, since it had been set for so long. I finished my punishment under the dryer just as Claudette had installed the last curler next to Jacque's blushing right cheek. I raised the hood and stepped behind Jacque...