A Bad Haircut
Mary Beth cruised the county road in her new Twindall T-8 convertible at a high rate of speed, feeling the clean country air in her lungs. She happed behind a slow pick up that wouldn't let her around as fast as she would like. Tired of her flashing her lights and tailgating, the truck slowed quickly. Having no tail lights, Mary Beth had no time to react and slammed her new sports car into the truck's 6x6 wood bumper. The occupants of the truck got out and approached her, finding her in tears, her nose bleeding, and her long hair, freed from the loose bun, hanging out of the car. Antifreeze poured all over the road.
Man: Well, well, well, somebody in a hurry?
Woman: She ain't goin' nowhere fast, now!!! (laughing.)
Mary Beth: I have insurance to cover this. Let's call a policeman.
Man: We don't deal with insurance or cops out here. Get out of the car!
The man forces Mary Beth from her car, locking one arm behind her. Mary Beth screams for help, but no one can hear her cries. The woman produces a set of handcuffs, grabs her other arm, and locks her arms behind her. The man trips Mary Beth so she falls to her knees, crying.
Man: Looks like we got ourselves one rich city girl.
Woman: You don't miss many meals, do you fatty.
Mary Beth: What do you want? I said I have insurance!
Woman: Well look at this outfit, huh? Real snazzy.
Man: Lets take it off and see if she's got fancy underwear!
The man, with the woman's help, tear Mary Beth's pink pleated miniskirt from her hips, her white sleeveless blouse from her chest, and her monogrammed purse from her shoulder They empty the purse to find $563. They laugh at Mary Beth's fine satin bra and panties.
Woman: Look how long this city girl's hair is. Must have nothing better to do than to wash all of that and eat downtown! (Both laugh)
Man: Let's cut it off! Got a knife? (The woman produces one, the reflection brimming off Mary Beth's shiny black hair.)
The man drags Mary Beth to a small tree and cuffs her to it. The woman frees Mary Beth's hair from the ponytail and taunts her by tickling her face with it. Mary Beth was powerless to stop them. She knew her hair was doomed. Finally, her left side of her hair is crudely severed, pulling and hurting poor Mary Beth, who screams. She ties it to a tree branch and severs the other side very close to her scalp. Looking at the two sections of almost five feet of hair, they decide they might be able to sell it. The woman takes off her jeans and puts on Mary Beth's miniskirt, throwing her jeans in the truck along with the hair. They leave Mary Beth stranded, her car immobilized, her clothes ripped and stolen, penniless, and without her once glorious calf length hair.