Kim had always suspected that Heather and, to some extent, Brittany, made it their goal in life to drive him crazy, but Kim could handle their taunts and foolishness and they had never fully succeeded. Since Mandy had become a regular visitor, however, Kim had been going absolutely nuts.
Kim’s muscles were aching from the effort of posing like a statue, his head felt ready to burst with the mounting tension and anxiety and, in his desperation, he finally committed a severe tactical error. While the girls seemed to be on the opposite side of the basement from the small room, he decided to seize the opportunity and grab for his clothes. He rose up on his knees, the mattress creaking and the springs wheezing, and encumbered by the thick mat of terry cloth between his thighs, waddled to the side of the crib.