Thursday, March 02, 2006

Marcus Goes Against The Grain


There are drawbacks working from home with one’s spouse. Like this morning, when it was decided that Marcus should cease his activities on the website, and play the role of hairdresser.
Tamara wanted to change the colour of her long tresses, and Marcus was chosen as the unlikely assistant to apply the second step of the procedure – the highlights.

Although this was an experience which Marcus had never had in the past, (nor one that he would ever care to repeat), he took to the role like a natural. Donning professional-grade rubber gloves and a protective apron, he evolved into Giovanni, and introduced himself to his client.

Giovanni had no interest in women. He lived his life in a dreamlike state, mostly thinking of the friends with whom he spent all of his time in Soho.

Foppishly he slunk around the bathroom attending to Tamara’s needs, ‘I go tonight to meeta my friends’ he tried to make conversation with his client. ‘We drink lotsa of beer in Admiral Duncan pub, you know thisa place?’ He looked quizzically at Tamara.
‘You have friends lika mine, you know friends you lika so much, you go home with them?’

Tamara, was completely non-plussed, she had experience of Marcus’s talents!
She continued to instruct him how and where to apply the cream on the separate strands of her hair. He had a small brush, rather like a pipe cleaner. The cream stank of ammonia and Giovanni was clearly getting high on it, or at least he thought he was.

Meanwhile, he was applying the white goo far too thickly. The pipe cleaner got caught in Tamara’s long tresses, and Giovanni succeeded in removing quite a number of them, accompanied by Tamara’s whimpers of discomfort.

Having totally written off the brush, it was decided that Giovanni should use his fingers to apply the stuff. He liked this. It reminded him of times past, spent on the terraces of his parents’ home in Tuscany, playing with the soft clay his mother used to create her amateurish pots and things.

He turned to Tamara, ‘Darling, I am kinda lika enjoy doing this to you. We musta do it again some time.’

She looked at him, ‘Thank you Giovanni, now I must let you finish, how much do I owe you?’

‘Its free for you. I donna want your money, it is makes me happy justa to know you are happy!’

She looked at him. ‘Then let me give you a tip, Giovanni,’ she paused, he blushed, looked down, ‘Giovanni, I think you should stick to websites.'
Marcus and Tamara

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