"Let her go, Dad." I say, knowing it sounds lame, but unable to come up with anything else. "We can work something out." I tell him, trying to come up with a plan, as Maggie pulls her shorts and panties down, still holding the scissors.
"Holy f**k!" Dad exclaims, looking at Maggie's thick, unruly bush. "What a f*****g jungle!" He smiles, still watching me, to see what I'll do.
"Don't try anything, Nick." Dad says, sternly. "I can make her stab herself with the scissors before you can get to me." He says. "Maybe you need a demonstration." He says, still smiling.
"Trim that god awful pubic hair, b***h!" Dad says, turning back to Maggie, and she starts cutting her p***y hair with the scissors. I watch her pulling the hair away from her mound with her left hand and cutting it short with the
