“Of course I’m serious,” she interrupted him sternly. “We had a deal. So get your pants down around your ankles and hop up on the table.” His mouth dropped open. “NOW.”
He suddenly found it hard to swallow. She was a nut job. “Look, Julie, I appreciate your concern, and I’m sorry, but—“
She walked back over to the door and stood in front of it as he trailed off, intimidated a bit by her confidence. “But what?”
“But I told you before that I wouldn’t go through with this…this plan. I just can’t do that.”
“You can and you will,” she snapped. “You specifically promised me you’d do it. I told you that it was entirely under your control. You could have avoided wearing diapers, but you didn’t.