The Dreadlocked Barber

ling for rice and stew, accompanied by beetroot salad. To wash down the appetising dish was an ice-cold Appletiser. "Are we on tonight?" he asked Thomson as he walked towards his table. "Let'

all that can be safely said is he had to do it. He was in no freefall interaction mood, his thoughts were lingering between where he stood and the erotic theatrics at Verandah lodge the night that was. It had never oc

w to those of a curious feasting craze. That rendered Mama's Kitchen the incomparable one-stop catering facility. It also served as the most convenient in terms of proximity for the surrounding Slaughterville, and Soberlands residents. In any case, Nando's, MacDonald's, Steers, and other more exquisite outlets were twenty kilometres t

tomary absentia. He was usually stuck to the back of the house ensuring that lavish meals were prepared, but would always roam back and forth to guarantee overall oversight as the Head. The aroma-diffusing outlet opened its doors to the general public bright and early as from 6:30 am up until 9 pm in the evening seven days a week. The restaurant sta

with a talking eye" he teased Lisa whose body language solicited more for answers than Thompson's candid shift of that inquisitive attention to the provision of lunch. The lunch-relishing Lisa just swung her arm in a rhetorical "whatever" jest. The Health and Beauty Centre often got busy after lunch, probably

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how are you faring?" he explained and inquired from Lydia who had decided to break th

s all day long. The other two girls never bothered much about what their boss got up to in his private deliberations. After all, they had Lisa as their spo

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curred to Lisa that she sees her predatory boss exercising some far-reaching inhibition with a client of such inviting and tempting appeal. To communicate her continual concern with that bizarre posture, Lisa shook her head as she took off her eavesdropping sight that had crossed paths with Thompson's wondering one. For someone who was not casually given to mood swings, wha