Mamie reviewed the document: there was nothing challenging or questionable in it. It just reviewed the exercise: she’d be given three samples that she had to estimate on a few criteria, totally up to her own subjective judgment.
Janine also wondered why there weren’t more Tiny women out in public. When she asked Shaun about this, however, he became upset and withdrawn.
She held him in front of one of the event posters. There was a costume contest, the prize for which was the winner’s choice of $25 or covering the bar tab.
Some workers were like this, Shaun knew. Maybe they got a thrill from the momentary captive audience, either sating their curiosity about Tinies or enjoying their small portion of power and dominance.
The bed is of an injection-molded plastic yellow frame, with a low half-circle at the foot and a tall half-circle at the head.
I hate these clubs, I hate these clubs, I hate these clubs.
“Sure, sweetie. I’ll be right here. Huh? Whatever you’re having.”
That’s right, set me on the carpeted Habitrail platform, go trot off into the crowd of giants, and maybe I’ll see you in five or forty minutes.
“Everything okay, sweetie?” he hollered up to her. He asked again, getting only a distracted ‘yeah, sure’ in response, watching her turn away…
“It’s impossible for me to tell how much you’re drinking, buddy. Sometimes you can handle one full drop from the eye dropper, sometimes that’s too much.”
“So. A little guy, huh?”
“Yeah, compared to some.”
“What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Being a widdle shrimpy.”
He didn’t mean to bark at his girlfriend but his heart was pounding. “She’s going to do everything she can to steal me away from you! Please don’t underestimate her!”