In the dimly lit bathroom, Mickey Tyler stands, her heart pounding. Her stepfather, looming behind her, presses a razor into her hand. "You're going to shave me, Mickey," he growls, his reflection in the mirror betraying his arousal. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking to the razor. He guides her hand, the cool steel grazing his cheek, the tension palpable. She feels his gaze on her, burning into her as she slowly, carefully, shaves him. His breathing deepens, his body pressing against hers. She can feel his hardness, her own body responding to the taboo intimacy.