he said, protective affection rushing into his chest at the sight of her. He put the pot down on the bed, along with the strips for pulling out the hair. He had watched the video Marjorie’s assistant had provided several times, and practiced putting the wax on a tomato, peeling it off quickly and evenly. (Tomatoes were for some reason the hydroponics farms’ most successful crop, but they were of course of the hardy, tasteless variety—better for practicing your waxing than in a sandwich.) Kayla’s pussy would be different, of course, but Patrick was nothing if not a quick study.Kayla looked at the wax nervously. “I’ve never done this,” she said.“I know, sweetheart,” Patrick said soothingly. “I know how to do it, and I know the wax is at the right temperature. It will stay that way if we get this done quickly.”He took the spreading paddle and made the first line across the top of Kayla’s little triangle of trimmed hair.“Oh,” she said. “It’s not that hot, is it?”“Nope,”
