As Kim reached the door, Mandy and Heather moved to the threshold and stood side-by-side, blocking his exit. Kim hesitated, then launched himself between the female barricades like a running back slashing through the line for daylight, his hand still clutching the towel as if he were carrying a football on his hip. Kim was stopped abruptly, however, his momentum crushed as though he were the target of a head-on flying tackle by some kamikaze linebacker, as Mandy seized his crotch firmly through the towel.
Mandy leaned in close to Kim and though her eyes still sparkled with mirth, her voice had become menacing. “You’re not going anywhere yet, Baby,” she advised with a squeeze of her hand for emphasis.