“Are<br />
you hungry, dear? You want a sandwich to tide you over before dinner?<br />
I can make you anything you want, all you have to do is ask. It’s<br />
okay if you can’t finish it, because well, let’s face it, you<br />
must have the appetite of a mouse.”<br />
She<br />
giggled at the last remark and Tom just grit his teeth, holding his<br />
tongue as he stared at her through the distorted walls of his jar<br />
prison. Actually, he stared at her gut as she stood over him, a huge,<br />
drooping blob that stuck out from under her