Heather stepped to one side and with an air of nonchalance said, “The hell with him, Mandy. Let him go.” The trepidation began to drain from Kim’s shell-shocked expression. He should have expected Mandy to pull some sexual power play, but he could count on steady, reliable Heather to defuse the confrontation. Kim offered a weak smile of relief to Heather, who continued, “If he would rather have to explain to Mom and,” she added with the confidence of an auction buyer who knows she cannot be out-bid, “Dad and the shrink they’ll send him to why he hides in the basement wearing diapers, that’s fine. Who knows? Maybe it will even get around school that Kim’s a fucking pervert.”
Kim searched Heather’s face for clues to the degree of her sincerity. “That’s a bunch of bullshit!” he scoffed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Just try me!” she replied, her eyes narrowed to a fierce glare.