Mandy let Kim roll onto his back again, then ran her fingers around the waistline of the diaper to check the fit, nodded approvingly, and tugged at sides to straighten it. “Okay, the Baby’s diapered,” she pronounced. “Now, get up,” she commanded.
In a state of dream-like excitement and to the groans of the freezer-top as it strained under him, Kim obeyed. No sooner had he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the freezer, however, than Heather lunged at him, arm outstretched, as if to stab Kim in the face. Before he could react to Heather’s attack, she had forcefully thrust an object into his mouth from which a shoelace dangled.