Conforming in Appearance

The salon was busy, and the three women were quite sloshed on wine. It was a good thing Faith was watching the kids, Elizabeth thought. She'd imbibed more than she'd expected.

Julia, Allie and Elizabeth were all side by side, getting their hair washed.

"Is it really ... I mean ... you know what they say ... is it really that big?" Allie asked.

"Is what that big?" Elizabeth asked, playing obtuse.

"You know ..." Julia said, "his thing." Both the women flushed. Elizabeth chuckled. These women ...

"It is. It's large and thick and long and he lasts forever," Elizabeth said frankly.

"Liz!" Julia protested.

"Hey, y'all asked. You know, Julia, I've always admired your blonde hair," Elizabeth said. Julia looked over at her friend.

"Umm, thanks," Julia said.

"I think I'm going to go blonde too. Allie, you in?" The fellow brunette beauty eyed her, considering.

"Why not. It's probably the wine talking though."