"You've got to hear this," Tom says, holding up his tiny micro-cassette recorder.

Tom sets the tiny recorder in the middle of my desk and turns it on.

He toyed with the microphone, listened to the hum of the tiny recorders taking down his words.

Smiling, he stuffed it and the tiny recorder under the mattress.

The tiny recorder had a tiny tape, and the machine shut itself off.

The tiny recorder buried in my bosom was doing its job.

He was holding the tiny recorder at waist level, but the mike was aimed at Henry.

He only hoped that Kirk was picking up everything from the tiny recorder.

He pulled a tiny recorder from a pocket and waggled it.

The tiny recorder rested in his pocket, noiselessly absorbing the speech.