Mandy lowered her hand from her mouth, revealing a smirk that was even more sinister than usual. She cupped her chin in her palm in what she believed would look like a pensive attitude. “The poor baby is gonna start crying,” she said, turning to Heather, her voice oozing with feigned sympathy. Then, in a conspiratorial tone, she said to Heather, “Let’s go out here and talk a minute.” The girls exchanged a knowing look and started out the door. Mandy paused and with an exaggerated leer said to Kim, “You stay here and be a good baby, okay? In fact,” she continued as she bent over beside the crib,, “we’ll just take your clothes with us to be sure.” She plucked his shorts and briefs from the floor, Heather grabbed his tee shirt and the girls shut the door behind them.

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