A delicate matter
The sweat poured down Rogers’s forehead, it followed the wrinkles in his face like drainage canals and dumped into his eyes.
This was going to take a steady hand one false move and that would be all she wrote. He grasped the tab and slowly inched it along the track. Each click taught Roger a new verb in the vocabulary of pain. This was it, only a little further and he’d be home free. With a deep breath he took hold of the metal strip once more. One fast pull and a banshee scream later; Roger sat in the middle of the bathroom floor holding his bloody testicles. And for the remainder of his days he would live by the motto- “Look before you zip!”