Just after I graduated high school, my dad told me I had to get a job, until I started school in the Fall, and had to remain employed, or move out. At this same time, my stepmom decided she wanted to open a hair salon with my dad's money and offered to employ me to do all the odd jobs that needed doing around the place - sweeping hair, laundry, mopping floors, cleaning the bathroom, maintaining all of the equipment, and even covering for the receptionist when she went on her breaks. It was a lot to do, and it kept me very busy. But I enjoyed it a lot, as I got to talk with some very nice older ladies, and the beauticians my stepmom had hired were very friendly, too. As I avoided the more aggressive, cougar-type customers, I worked on seeing how close I could get to one of the pretty hairdressers closer to my age. My stepmother, however, had other plans for me. I have to say that my dad must have had a thing for the bimbo look, because that's just what he married. My stepmom i...
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