Oh Adriana, I love having my hair brushed, my head stroked. I love the thrilling feel of it. It makes me feel loved, protected, safe and small. If you're pleased with me, (any future Masters out there) please stroke my head and I'll know for sure.

My dad used to play with my long hair - brushing, twisting and stroking it with his hands - just idly as he talked to me. I always loved it. Just after he died his brother, my uncle, came to the house. I didn't know him that well, hadn't grown up with him but I was struck by how much he looked like my dad. At one point during the conversation, I was astounded when, passing behind me, he idly reached for my hair and started playing with it just as my dad did. What psychic impulse made him do such an unusual under the circumstances thing? I can't tell you the good shivers I got from that!

And just recently, I got a glorious Indian head massage but after the first minute or two, I just couldn't hold back the tears and I had to cry like a baby, but they were good, therapeutic tears.

So yes, stroke my hair and I'm yours.