- I chuckled as I wrapped my hair up in a towel. Bethany could always get me out of my funk. I grabbed my clean panties off the counter and slipped them on, then pulled on a long t-shirt that came to my knees. We both usually wore that kind of thing around the house in the evenings.
- “You sit. I’ll dry your hair,” Bethany said as she dropped the lid on the toilet.
- I sat and removed the towel, then flipped my long blonde hair over my back. I usually kept it down between my shoulder blades. It was all the same length and mostly straight, but summer humidity could still wreck it. The hair dryer was loud enough to keep Bethany quiet while I relaxed under her long brush strokes.