The Dreadlocked Barber

m from his business point. He took into his Toyota Cressida and left Greenstone shopping mall in haste as his vintage, but well-oiled machine screamed off i

f time passing, the only person whom he would give a fraction of his stingy time to was Gregory, a fellow dreadlocked gentl

nk where he was respected for not only his envious diligence and punctuality but also his honesty and outstanding public relations. It is the latter trait that made him friends with the not-so-friendly Thompson. He was a perfect example of an allegiant professional. On that day like any other, he had

equested a bottle of his favourite wine while insisting on tim

of knowing that he was devoid of patience whenever he enters the bar either during times like these or

sida. A few seconds later what could be heard was the frivolous raving of the vehicle veering off the shopping mall, a phenomenon not strange at all to all those

wanted to catch a flight to Dubai where her daughter was working and residing later during the day. Upon seeing the juicy and sexy Lydia stepping in, like always, Thompson did not take time to exhibit his instinctive courtesy by warmly welcoming her and ushering her in the direction of the style pin-ups that illuminated the scintillating walls of the saloon. T

y good at convincing his clients to calm down whenever such contentious circumstances cr

d strike with the speed of lightning. His uncle Davies whom he resided with always wondered whether Thompson was possessed with a spirit of womanizing, or used magical charms to lure his serial sex targets to bed. Thompson was a sex predator, not so many women would resist his lustful flirtations, and the saloon became a very lucrative space for facilitating such filthy and unrelenting acts. Upon dropping Gregory by the gate of his homestead, Thompson veered his Cressida impatiently to rendezvous with his new prey Lydia at a private location.