The skank looked scared, but it wasn’t me that scared her, but my Angel. “What are you doing here?” The look she gave her said “pretend I’m not your mother,” but I saved my girl from outing her mother. “So you two got married already?” I roared at my brother while looking at his vulture wife. She was the epitome of everything I could imagine she would be. “Well, we didn’t want to wait,” he guiltily replied. “Didn’t want to wait? You two don’t even know each other. You told me last night that you were marrying this weekend. Please tell me you got a pre-nup.” I didn’t care if she was insulted or not. I wasn’t going to back down from my opinion about the tramp. The trashy stripper looked at me with disgust, like she was a fucking prize. She huffed, then said, “So this is your brother?” She didn’t like me. Oh how devastated I was! I gave her a mocking sneer before she added, “Come on, Ted.
