The response hit Pamela hard. Scrap her hair to baldness? As in not a single hair on her scalp?

She nodded and said with moist eyes "please go ahead" A lone tear dropped down her eyes and she cleaned it off.

The trichologist nodded and gave her a form to sign on. Pamela did and she called a male assistant of hers to do the scrapping.

Sitting before the mirror, Pamela watched until her once beautiful long hair dropped to the floor. She looked ...