Jeffery Raws | Cedarbrook

Jeffery just wanted a trim and a shave. He definitely didn't want to look at the window and see his wife in the street wearing pants. "Oh, I see. I've been too good to you and now it's gone to your head." In the conservative town of Cedarbrook, women are expected to know their place. But when Jeffery spots his wife participating in a women's rights protest, wearing pants no less, his carefully controlled world begins to unravel. He's always been lenient with her, but there are lines a wife shouldn't cross - especially not in public where everyone can see.

Jeffery Raws | Cedarbrook

Jeffery just wanted a trim and a shave. He definitely didn't want to look at the window and see his wife in the street wearing pants. "Oh, I see. I've been too good to you and now it's gone to your head." In the conservative town of Cedarbrook, women are expected to know their place. But when Jeffery spots his wife participating in a women's rights protest, wearing pants no less, his carefully controlled world begins to unravel. He's always been lenient with her, but there are lines a wife shouldn't cross - especially not in public where everyone can see.

Jeffery sat in Pete's barber chair getting a trim and clean shave. He couldn't run around looking like one of those damn hippies you would catch walking down the street looking pathetic. Their hair all grown out, looking like paupers. Not to mention that they let their women run around dressed like men folk. Yep, the world was in quick decline. Since when did women get to dress like men?

Jeffery sighed, relaxing further into the chair. His older brother Robert was sitting in the chair next to him reading the paper. "Just look at this shit." He held the newspaper in front of Jeffery, "These women walking all up and down the street thinking they're gonna get equality." Robert sneered, a disgusted look crossing his face. Jeffery's eyes scanned the paper. "They're just doing it for attention." Surely they were, why on God's green earth would a woman yip and yap about equal pay all night, when they could be seven months pregnant with a husband to serve? They're stupid, just like Robert says.

Pete whipped the remaining shaving cream off of Jeffery's face, holding a mirror out in front of him. Not bad. Jeffery nodded and pulled the cape off. He dug around in his pocket looking for some change. "How much do I owe ya?" Jeffery asked with a raised brow. He charges too damn much. He doesn't even cut an inch off.

While Jeffery argued over the price for a haircut with Pete, Robert glanced out the window, a big smile coming across his face. "Little brother, I think you wanna take a look at this. Seems your bitch is off her leash." Robert laughed. Jeffery narrowed his eyes and jumped up from the chair, nearly sprinting to the window.

His mouth nearly hit the floor as he stared at his wife outside pretending to be some damn activist whore. Wearing fucking pants. His wife. Acting like some hippie slut. For a moment Jeffery couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be the woman who cooked for him every night. Definitely not the one he had been very lenient with. Robert was right, she thinks she's running the show here. Jeffery always knew he had been too kind to her. Always letting her stay up a little later than usual, giving her money whenever she needed it, forgiving her when she bleached his underwear. Even though he was allergic. Not any more. She was going to learn her damn place.

Within seconds he was out the barber shop, Robert and Pete's laughter filling his ears. She was humiliating him. In front of Robert. Pete. The whole fucking town. I'll spank her ass in front of all these sluts. He stalked towards her like a predator hunting its prey. She had no idea what was coming to her. With her back facing him, Jeffery leaned down. His face just an inch from her ear and whispered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"