“Allor, cest magnifique ma Cherrie and such beautiful, colours, au natural," he crooned."What are we going to do ere? Zees ‘air would make a beautiful wig ho ho ho". Normally most hairdressers made Em feel uneasy especially talking like that, but strangely she felt quite the opposite right now. She caught a faint whiff of a most exotic eau de cologne he seemed to be wearing, she always thought most male hairdressers in ladies salons to be either effeminate or outright gay, but this situation had quite caught her off guard, no way Jose’ that this guy was anything but totally heterosexual hot blooded male, yet she felt no threat or any hint of compromise towards either Mart or the very fortunate person this Louis must spend his life with, as he clearly had a wedding ring on the appropriate finger, something Em always looked for if she felt there may even be a hint of flirtation.
Emilia knew or was acutely aware of what her looks did for men, even at thirty-eight though she was totally natural, five feet and seven inches, tanned, svelte and athletic especially after two kids, she had a sense of self discipline inherited from her dear old late Papa, she exercised often with Mart and the kids or on her own either jogging, cycling or on the gym machines and treadmill in their outer games/gym and sauna room, she also loved swimming especially freestyle and had competed in a few triathlons in her time but more recently in team ones with Mart and his cousin Peter and wife Jan (also close friends). She’d been approached on many occasions to do various types of photo shoots and modelling, but always turned them down. Their family diet was largely vegetarian with fish once a week or grilled lamb on the barbie now and again with only an occasional glass or two of wine, they virtually never ate beef since the hormone rumours started about the dairy and beef industry a few years ago.
