"J-Jim. I-I got up to check on the boys and I thought I'd better check on you, too. I, uh! Good night, J-Jim." Dee knew she had handled that badly and wanted to get back to her room before she messed up anything else.
Jim said quietly, "Mrs. Schaefer, I know you were looking at me." Dee froze in her tracks. "I know something's wrong with me or else you wouldn't have done that. I feel like I'm going to explode or something..." A sob escaped his lips. "I feel really strange down there." A note of hysteria came into his voice as he continued, "Help me! Please!"
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