"Hey kid, go in the kitchen and make me some dinner. I've already ordered some food but if you want to have any dinner then you better make plenty so you can have some too."
Not liking to be ordered around especially in front of Tom your 2nd best friend you start towards the kitchen after glaring at your Stepfather.
"Come on Tom, you can have a snack in here."
You had just been playing basketball with some friends and you knew he would be hungry. Tom was about the same size as you but he had really big feet that looked huge on his small frame.
"No, your friend will stay in here with me so I can talk about the game to him.
"But..."
"I've been wanting to get to know your friends better anyway. Now go."
For some reason when he rubbed his belly slowly and you heard a rumble from its depths you got a bad feeling but you had to listen to him. You weren't out of high school yet and your mom had made you promise that you wouldn't be a dropout.
"Fine. I'll see you in a bit Tom."
Your dad cleared his throat, loudly, "The food better be coming soon boy. This stomach needs to be fed and soon."
You quickly go into the kitchen down the hall taking one last look to see your dad turning up the volume with his arm around Tom's shoulders.
Poor guy, his armpits were nearly as rank as his foot smell and you could vouch for both. Your step dad either shoved your head in his armpits for punishments for not bringing enough food or else he duck taped his shoes to your nose if he was really bored and wanted a laugh.
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