If she didn’t get him out of sight soon, he was going to fall apart. His emotions were obviously frazzled and he was on the verge of complete loss of control. Any minute he might have an attack of full blown hysteria. Anita glanced at the plastic box in her hand, it was a traveler-sized box of baby wipes. Considering the way Howard smelled, they were going to come in handy. His bottom was probably a mess!
Howard walked the line of dishonor at Anita’s side, praying that he’d be struck dead at any moment and be released from his humiliation. He tried to maintain a semblance of decorum but the humiliation was too much for him. By the time the way halfway through the gauntlet, tears of mortification covered his face and dripped from his trembling lips.