Mary Beth Caught!

Mary Beth is the verge of a breakdown. It's been five long years since her last boyfriend left her for someone more beautiful. She knows her chunky figure isn't her best asset, as are her crooked buck teeth and advancing age. She still hangs on to her knee length black hair, although her color is fading fast and her ends are in sad shape. It's been so long. She needs someone. She tries at a bar, but is only annoying to the regulars. Some suggest she cut her hair, others wish she would leave them alone. She needs a new plan.

Saturday night she tries something new, she buys a pink dress, much too short for her figure. It's too short for her to wear stockings and boots, so she decides on knee highs and stilettos. She puts eye lashes on that are so heavy, she barely opens her eyes. She paints her nails a matching bright pink. She places her long hair in a high ponytail, thinking she looks much younger. She strolls into the bar, noticed by an older, distinguished guy looking for a little play. He makes a phone call, then introduces himself, looking at an easy score with this chunky gal in the knee high's. He's ready to play with that knee length ponytail.

Mary Beth thinks she found happiness. In her new pink dress, she manages to find a man, greatly allured by her graying black knee length hair. He takes her home to his swank suburban home for a little play. He pulls into rear driveway of the house, leaving the car outside. Mary Beth sets her purse on the family room end table, anticipating a night of charm. They mosey into the guest room.

Ah, but the wife is home, her car stowed in the garage. She waits for them to close the guest room door before entering the family room. She picks up Mary Beth's purse, she checks the ID, counts what little cash there is and stuffs it in her bra. She roots deeper to find a pair of scissors. She places Mary Beth's purse on her shoulder, holding her driver's license and the scissors. She barges into the guest room to find her husband stroking Mary Beth's long ponytail. Surprised, they both rise to their feet.

"Mary Beth Sawyer, huh?" she boldly shouts. Mary Beth sees her purse dangling from the wife's shoulder. The wife looks at the long ponytail draped over Mary Beth's shoulder. She looks at the pair of scissors in her hand. "Come with me, you fat slut if you want your purse back!" the wife shouts. Mary Beth leaves the room. "I'll deal with you later!" she adds, staring at her husband.

The wife places a chair in the corner. "Over there, slut!" Mary Beth, quivering, obliges. "SIT, dog!" the angry wife gloats. The wife draws closer with the scissors pointed at Mary Beth. "Let me have my purse and I'll leave quietly." pleads Mary Beth. "Not before you do one thing, you mangy long haired slut!" screams the wife. She hands the scissors to Mary Beth. "Cut your hair, you get your purse back." says the angered wife. Mary Beth stands up. Shaking, she takes the scissors. "All of it, up to the band!" scolds the wife.

Mary Beth shakes. Her hand rises to the top of her head. She works the scissors through her doomed ponytail, a piece falling in front:

Next Self Cut: Portrait of a self Cut

Shocked, Mary Beth finishes the act. She drops the scissors, but holds the cut ponytail. "Give it to me. It will make a nice wig. Now, get out of my house!" says the wife. "My purse?" pleads Mary Beth. The angry wife throws the purse in the back yard. "Fetch, dog!" she shouts. Mary Beth runs out the door minus her scissors, her ponytail, and what little money she has for a very long walk home.

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