He’d nicked himself shaving. Not a bad one, but irritating. He should have replaced the blade of his trusty razor a week ago, but he didn’t have a spare, and he hadn’t managed to get to the drugstore. Well, today would put cure to that; he had his booster shot scheduled; he could pick up a packet of replacement blades; two birds with one stone.

He arrived at the drugstore early, but a thorough search of the shaving section revealed that his blade no longer existed. Discontinued, apparently. And time was running out. He grabbed a package of one of the new shaving systems, handle and six blades, and made his way to the pharmacy and his soon to be delivered booster.

The nurse was nothing short of beautiful. Soft blond hair cascading about her lovely face. A trim waist. Breasts and hips just right. “Date of birth?” A voice of delight.

“Yes,” he said, “I mean...” he blushed.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, grinning. “Have a seat.”

There was some confusion about which arm, and some difficulty rolling up his sleeve, so that it became necessary for him to remove his shirt. “Just a little prick now,” she said. He loved the way “prick” passed between her lips. “There, all done. You can put your shirt on now.”

All too quick. “Hang about for ten minutes. Do some shopping,” she instructed him.

“I already have,” he admitted, nodding to the package with the new razor.

“Ah, I see,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m itching to try it out. Too bad I’ve already shaved for today.” His finger went to the nick at his chin.

“Poor baby,” she said. “You should be more careful.”

“I should,” he agreed.

“If you’d like to practice...”

He wasn’t sure what she meant.

“It’s almost bikini season,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

“You want me to...?”

“If you’re up for it. The next appointment isn’t for...” She looked up at the clock. “Forty minutes.”

She sat on the chair, her outfit bloused behind her.

“So pretty,” he said, staring at her little muff. “It almost seems a shame to...”

“Shave it off,” she said. “Um, you’ll need some cream.”

“Cream?” he said. “Ah, right.”

“I know where I might get some,” she told him.

She frothed the cream until all her hairs were covered, then watched as he carefully applied the virgin blade to her muff.

“Excellent,” she said, when he had finished. “Now we have to test it.”

They finished the test just in time for the next appointment.

“One thing,” she said as he was about to head out. “You should grow a beard and a mustache.”

“Really? How come?”

“Come by a week from now and I’ll show you,” she said.