When I was younger, I had a hairstylist who was twenty-four. When she gave me a haircut, I noticed that I could see her bra as she lifted her elbows up to cut my hair. I would have my hands on the chair arm rests and she would press her legs against them so my hands were pressing against her inner thighs. So, whenever I got a haircut, I could see her bra and feel her legs with the back of my hands. Sometimes, she would even pull my head back and rest it against her chest. I wish I hadn't been so virginal back then as I would have one of those teen adult sexacapades to report like those other teens have with their teachers. Damn!
— Dean, 38