“I take it you trifled with him?”
“You could say that,” Rona answered with a dark chuckle in her voice. “One time when my mother was passed out, he tried to put his hands on me. I used my father’s knife and stabbed him. Right here.”
She pointed to her left eye.
“Really?” Zeth asked. He sounded impressed.
“Dead ass. Popped his eyeball like a grape. Buncha blood and goop squirted out. It was really gross. Anyway, he was screaming and hollering like crazy, saying he was gonna kill me. I was able to get away, but I knew I couldn’t stick around Jeriko after that. I hopped a freight car out to the mining village, and I’ve been there ever since. Sorta keepin’ a low profile, ya know?”
“How old were you when that happened?”
Rona shrugged. “Twelve, I think? I’m not real sure.”
“That was awfully brave.”
Rona blushed.
“I sure as hell don’t regret doing it,” she said. “If I had it all to do over again, there’s only one thing I would have done different.”
“What’s that?”
“I would have cut his dick off instead of stabbing him in the eye.”
Zeth nodded, as if that made perfect sense.
“What about me?” he asked. “Would you cut my dick off if you had the chance?”
Rona couldn’t help but laugh at a question like that.
“I don’t think Ican,” she said. “Yesterday I stabbed you as hard as I could, and it barely did anything.”
“My cock doesn’t have the same nanite-mesh as the rest of my skin. It dulls the senses slightly. Terrible for sex.”
“In that case,” Rona said. “You’d better keep a close eye on that knife.”
Zeth smiled.
“All done,” he said, and with his free hand, he splashed some water between Rona’s legs to wash away the residue of shaving foam. “How does it feel?”
She looked down at her bald sex. It looked a bit strange, not having any hair down there, but when she touched it, the feeling was incredible.
“It’s so smooth,” she whispered.
“Indeed.”
Zeth reached up and brushed the ball of his thumb across her pillowy outer folds. The slippery sensation of skin on skin made Rona gasp and tremble.
“Now it’s your turn,” Zeth said.
“My turn?” Rona was confused. “What do you mean?”
The Merc stood up and handed her the dagger, handle first. Then he started to unbuckle his belt.
“You’re going to shaveme.”
He unfastened his fly and shoved his pants down his long, muscular legs. His cock sprang free, long and swollen and throbbing. Rona was proud of herself for not gasping at it, but she could feel her heart racing faster as the nude mercenary stepped into the tub with her.
“You want me to…shaveyou?”
