James hissed as he tried to shave the side of his head, one of his arms was in a sling after a work accident late yesterday. It was still healing so he needed to rest it.
His eyes glazed over for a bit, then shortly after Lola came barging in, “you’re in the bathroom?”
James yelled out to her, “yes, come in please.”
Lola opened the door and looked at James with a grin. He was wearing his jeans but was not wearing a shirt. His tattoo’s were on full display as his back was in front of her and she could see his front in the mirror.
Lola walked over while shaking her head slightly, her grin still plastered on her face, “so the big bad wolf can’t shave on his own?” Lola chuckled a bit as she grabbed the razor from his hand.
James sighed in relief, “thank’s Lola, my arm is just killing
