SILK

Evey was terribly fond of her hair, even more than in the past since taking residence in the Shadow Gallery simply because of the fact that before she couldn't afford buying quality products to keep it pretty. Being a pampered guest meant that she could get away with asking for practically any brand, type or size of hair product she could think of and she'd have it in her hands in a matter of days or before if V managed. Her goal was to mimic the softness of silk and hair cream had become one of her favorite toys. She'd tried different formulae, water temperatures, brushes and combs and trimming techniques and although some of her experiments had turned out to be complete greasy or puffy disasters, her latest grooming session seemed to have taken her exactly to where she'd dreamed of and of course she couldn't wait to show her host, who had already seen and evaluated practically every previous result, sometimes stifling his laughter, sometimes shaking his head, still always willing to support her. She put on her soft bathrobe and finished getting ready before the bathroom mirror to walk out into the main hall looking for her art critic who was at the kitchen, innocently trying to figure out the exact moment to add ice water to his butter and flour batter.

"V!"

"Hmmm?"

"V! I think this time I've got it!"

"The silky hair project, you mean?"

"Yeah, would you please tell me what you think?"

"Ah. I'd be delighted to, my dear."

He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and reached to stroke the perfectly conditioned curls with the back of his fingers.

"Very nice…"

"Like it?"

"I do like it."

"Think I've figured it out at last?"

"Oh yes, it's lovely indeed. It seems I'm not able to stop touching it…"

"You don't have to stop."

"Really? And what about my pastries? I feel torn now…"

"You can always turn off the oven and put everything back in the fridge."

"It's too tempting."

"I'll help you bake later…"

"Your room or mine?"

"Yours."

"Agreed. After you…"

"Umm… I think you'll have to remove your hand first."

"Are you certain?"

"Mmhmm. I can't walk with it still inside my knickers, y'know."

-Finis-