A Close Shave/Shock/Ask

Sunday morning is for having a lie in. It's hot, so you just slip some shorts on and go down for breakfast. Eventually, Daisy shows up, looking as if she is up to something, but you let it pass as you compose an email to a customer who insists that his new keyboard was damaged in transit, but has no pictures to back his story up.

You have just hit "Send" when you hear Daisy call. You shout up from the bottom of the stairs, but she wants you up there.

"What's the problem," you say, standing in the door of her room.

She's sitting on the bed with a bath towel under her and some stuff laid out ready for use. It takes you a moment to realise that she has found her mother's old safety razor and a can of shaving foam

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