Vessy laid the dictaphone aside, then brought the red apple closer to Lawrence’ face, such that the apple almost touched Lawrence’ lips:
“Ok Lawrence !?
Do you have any last words ?”
“No, Vessy, go ahead !” Lawrence moaned lustfully. “I can hardly wait to- MMMMMM !”
Before Lawrence had finished giving his answer, Vessy had pushed the red apple firmly into Lawrence’ mouth .
Also, because the apple also had some drops of superglue on it, Lawrence had absolutely no chance of spitting it out, either.
Jennifer asked: “But how are we gonna get this huge baking dish with Lawrence into your oven ? I’m afraid he’s too heavy to-“