Hey Chief (1)

   
   "Hey Chief (1)"
   
   Paul didn't like the feeling of arousal, not since youth.  Felt like toxic slime in his pants.  He had overcome his desires, morphing frigid without being cruel, yet standing up for the weak, when necessary, and washing like Tobias.  
   Paul was a barber.  Had a fancy mustache, like Tesla and Proust--those dudes could pass as brothers, though one wore a fur coat--go figure.  Too, Paul was Catholic, and took it to the next level of intensity, being an ascetic with a fondness for dipping; next, giving it a redneck spit, so uncouth, but his only non-dandy habit.  
   He had a friend that owned his own perversion--Trevor.  He liked Trevor cause Trevor was totally honest.  Dude would tell you he was a fink; hence, a nice fella--in Paul's opinion.
   So, Trevor was in the barber's chair and Paul was giving him an elegant Errol Flynn haircut.  It was a nice day to be dandy.