While Paul sat there anxiously trying to find a way to avoid answering the question, Lizzie fluffed his hair up with her fingers and picked up a mirror. She moved around to his front and held the mirror up to him. Paul looked at himself. His hair was still long, and it looked better. Not exactly tidier, but it had a rakish, roguish kind of style to it. He liked it. He smiled.
"Thanks, Auntie Lizzie, that's great" he said.
Lizzie walked behind him again "So, the answer to the question is?" she said.
"Um, I'm not going to say" he said.
"No?" asked Lizzie.
"No, if you don't mind" said Paul, hoping she wasn't going to be upset. He jumped when he heard the sound of the electric clippers. Lizzie returned to his front again, with the menacing buzz in her hand.
"Well then" said Lizzie "Your mum wanted it short didn't she? How about we just shave it all off, a proper skinhead cut." She brought the clipper to the front of his head, but Paul's hands flew up to protect his hair.
"No, not my new haircut!" he shouted, in a panic.
"Oh, I'm not planning on just doing your new haircut darling" said Lizzie, dropping the clippers down towards his groin "That's just the start!"
"Alright!" said Paul "I don't know, I don't know how old, but old."
"What do you mean by old Paul? And be careful how you answer that question" she said, she didn't turn the clippers off.
"Well, I don't mean that old" said Paul, his eyes widening in fear "But, older than you, I think."
"Older than me?" teased Lizzie "Gosh that really must be old!" She was relieved nonetheless; hopeful even. She snapped the clippers off and the threatening buzz faded. Paul relaxed, but not completely "So you've had sex with someone older than me?" she asked, just to make sure.
Paul nodded, dropping his eyes down to the floor "Have we finished, can I get dressed now?" he said.
"No, we haven't finished" said Lizzie "Who was she?"
"I... I can't say" he said.
"Can't say?" said Lizzie "I'm sure you can, come on, darling, the secret's out and it hardly matters now."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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