Mandy’s calculated kindness dissipated in a flicker of annoyance as she tried to persuade the reluctant baby. “Look, Kim, we’ve got tons of babysitting experience and we’ve seen lots of naked baby boys. You’re no different.”
Kim had been pushed as far as he would go. “Not a chance, Mandy,” he replied. “I’d rather be ratted out to Mom than strip for you.” Kim looked Mandy in the eye and started to rise from the chair. “Game over,” he stated conclusively. “Go ahead and tell on me. I’m outta here.”
Mandy’s strained smile quickly reverted to her more familiar but more fearsome scowl. She planted a hand firmly on each arm of the little chair, leaned to within inches of Kim’s face and glared furiously at him.