I work in a large office building. My business is on the 3rd floor. On the 2nd floor is a Dr.'s office. The receptioist is very pretty, maybe 25 with long reddish blond hair almost to her waist. She also has these amazing long bangs that are always hanging in her eyes. There is a coffeee shop on the 1st floor so I'm always walking past her office. One day as i'm walking past her office carrying my coffee upstairs she motions me to come in. She asks me why i never bring her a coffee, so the next day i got an extra coffee and stoped in to give it to her. we talked for awhile. The dr. she works for dosen't start seeing patients until 1:00 because he is in surgery most mornings, but she needs to be there at 9:00 to answer the phone and do the insurance. The whole time we were talking I couldnt keep my eyes off that amazing head of hair. Long and silky. Over the next wek I stoped by almost every morning and chatted with her. she was married with 2 kids, but her husband stayed home with them. I always made a point of complimenting her on her hair. Evaey day she wore it different, ponytails, barretts, buns. It was amazing. One day I asked if I could use the bathroom she said sure and buzzed me into the back of the office. when i was done instead of going back into the waiting room I came up behinfd heras she was working on the computer and started telling her how much I loved her hair. ihow I always looked forward to seeing how she was wearing it. i found she loved the attention and talking about her hair. She asked me what my favorite style was, i told her they were all my favorite styles. She said it was a lot of work to take care of it and would love a personal hairdresser like the stars have. At this point i reached out and started playing with her hair. It was so silky soft, I couldnt believe it. it was obvipus she enjoyed it because she sat back farther in the chair. For the next 2- 3 months i would come by and play with her hair every morning for at least an hour while she was doing her work. We got to the poin t where I would style her hair for theday. sometimes I would gather all that hiar on top of her head and just hold it up ther tight. sometimes she would have to get up to get something and i would just follow her around holding her hair tight in my fist. She finally letft the job when her husband found a better paying job. I miss he reveryday.