He laid his arms across the tray and his dangling feet sought the perch of the foot rest.
“This is ridiculous, you guys,” Kim meekly protested, as the girls stood before him and giggled baby-talk comments about their trapped and blushing toddler. Kim felt like the prize specimen in a butterfly collection. “Come on,” he pleaded. “This is really uncomfortable. And really embarrassing. Somebody could come down here or look in the windows.”
Heather patted him on the head as she and Mandy went back to the small room, which added to his humiliation, and replied, “Be nice, Kimmie; we’re just getting started,” which only heightened his trepidation.