J. Neil C. GarciaKitty and Vergil
For Yason, with apologies to Paul
Kitty’s in bed with Vergil to help him shave off his pubes. His head thrust forward and c****d at an awkward angle to the left, Vergil holds a compact mirror out in front of him, while Kitty deftly maneuvers the brand-new, self-lubricating, twin-bladed disposable razor round Vergil’s limp and aubergine-brown thing, all the way down the gully that splits his smooth bubble ass in half, careful to get every last black and wiry strand.
Shhh, keep still or I’ll Bobbitize you, she says while Vergil, half-lying and half-sitting against the satin-cushioned headboard, wiggles his hips and moans, obviously keen on playing nelly and getting Kitty’s goat. In the glare of the naked bulb of one of Vergil’s mom’s priceless porcelain l
