A Woman's Hair

Her shoes were costly you could tell because the animal skin they were made from was exotic. Her clothes upscale name brand, and her hair unmoved by the wind. It was her casual look at the man leaving the store that gave rise to suspicion. Words followed, as the man paid her no mind. This single act, brought out the fury in the woman as she swung open the door to try a bit more to grab the response her early action didn't get. But again the simple man dumbedown the more to avoid the relentless attack on his person. By this time the woman in riches left no reservation about who came from the hood between the two Notwithstanding dress code. The man was returning from placing an envelope in his car, only to be met by the fuming woman. Seeking to avoid the woman by siding away from her for another door, she blocked his way as if acustomed to burst of movement in high heels. With a Confuse look on his face, the man wondered what was this woman's problem. He didn't know her, had never seen her before, nor had any dealings in this building before. But the bold miss, was more aggressive than before. She grabbed hold to the man, to tussle him in a fit of rage. While bystanders watched in amazement, to see what this man would do to this woman, he moved his finger and a few buttons from her blouse revealed deeper cleavage than her outfit was designed for. But with this, all the more she kept to her attack. Again raising his finger without studying her person with perversion, buttons were released off duty as they fell to the ground. This time, gravity losses hanging flesh, cleavage losses its form. Now she has a dilima, to stop would be to admit all was for nought. So, rather than admit this, she goes in for all its worth. Just then, the simple man void of emotions raises his finger a bit higher, and her wig is removed from its hosted position. The woman in tears calls out to the man as if she knew him, to which she gets no reply. Her face strikes a horror pose as her boyfriend who uncannily resembles the man calls her by name, knowing from past experiences what to make of the situation, apologies to the man as the crowd begins to Disperse, some in smiles others in total disbelief. The man never raised a violent hand on the woman, and while she would become naked in public to fight her lover, her wig was the one thing that stopped her in her tracks. Nakedness is of no consequence, but a woman's hair?... Nj