Kim tried to blink away the welling tears of frustration that again threatened to betray him and desperately sought a glimpse of Heather in the farthest corner of his vision. “Heather, please,” he sobbed through lips still compressed by Mandy’s grip. “This is too much, it’s going too far.”
With a gesture of complete disgust, Mandy suddenly pushed Kim’s head back, releasing his cheeks from the vise of her fingers, and cocked her open-palmed hand above Kim’s face. As Kim cowered from the anticipated slap, Heather finally intervened and gently laid her hand on Mandy’s raised arm. “Come on, Mandy, he’s right. Making him wear diapers is one thing, but to make him go naked is…well…too nasty or something. Besides,” she added, “I don’t really want to see my brother in the nude. Yuck!”