“Son, you had best get to buttering this body up. I didn’t pay you ten dollars for nothing.” Ms. Lippmann furrowed her brow and stared at Bobby, who kept waiting for her to crack a smile or burst out in laughter, telling him it was all a joke and that he could keep the money for being such a good sport. Ms. Lippmann did not smile; she was deadly serious.
Bobby gulped and gagged almost simultaneously. The result was not a wretch but instead a loud *pop*from the top of his throat.
“I knew that mouth was talented.” Ms. Lippmann was now smiling, but not the way Bobby wanted. “Get to work, boy.