Jack King
My name is Luck. I live in the same house with my 15-year-old son and my wife. My friend Seth has a 17-year-old daughter. That day Seth came to our house looking upset. I asked him what was wrong, and he said his daughter’s hair was too long and that she was always preoccupied with her hair instead of her studies. He had warned her many times, but she hadn’t listened. I told Seth to get her hair cut, and he replied, “How can I do that? She doesn’t want to.”
I told him he just had to watch, then I called out to my son who was sitting in his room, “Come here!” I told him to bring the electric shaver from the bathroom. Two minutes passed, but my son didn’t come. I yelled, “Where are you?” He told me he was looking for the shaver guards. I told him he was too late, that I didn’t need them, and that he needed to come immediately. He did as I said and came. I took my son by the shoulder and sat him on his knees in front of the sofa where I was sitting. I told him to look at Seth and started the shaver. I started running the shaver over my son’s head. Because there were no guards on the shaver, it was giving a zero-cut. My son was upset; he didn’t know why I was doing it, but he didn’t dare ask. After I finished with my son, he was completely bald. I told him to get up. He got up and looked at me, asking, “Did I do something wrong that you cut my hair?” I told him I wanted to. He left the room sadly. At that moment, my wife came into the room and saw the shaver in my hand. She asked what I was doing. I told her I was showing Rick how to cut hair.
Then I turned to my wife and said, “Your hair has grown so long, it’s time for a trim,” and she reluctantly did as I said. I gave her a good bald cut too. Then I turned to Rick and said, “It’s that easy,” and he agreed. He took the clippers and asked if he could shave his own daughter’s head instead. I said, “Of course,” so Rick took the clippers and went home. When he saw his daughter in the bathroom doing her hair, he went crazy and shaved her entire scalp.
