Phil lay there in agony. The shock of the pain shot through his body and he wailed like a lost child. His toes curled and his breath came in short bursts. His muscles spasmed and his arms lashed out. His balls shrank in protest and all but disappeared inside. “Holy fuck!” he screamed, writhing against the pain in his back which seemed to be on fire. His skin felt like it had been ripped away in great chunks.
“You big baby!” exclaimed the beautician. She rolled her eyes and prepared the next sticky strip. “Your hairy back won’t wax itself.”