Happy New Year

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Stirring the sour crout in the cast iron skillet, Stacy looked at her mom.
“Why, why do we do what he says all the time. Mom I’m really tired of it!”

“Now Stacy it hasn’t been that hard, he’s changed a bit. He works hard and puts the bread on the table. We can take his faults just as he has to take ours.”

“You're so full of crap Mom! You're trying to paint a pretty picture where there is none. He's an alky any way you look at it and drunk, not because its New Years eve, its every night! And he may reconsider hitting me again! I’m not gonna let it happen anymore!”

Shaking the iron skillet with the sour crout in it.

“Honey just be nice one more night than we all can set down and talk about it tomorrow. I need to go change before he gets home. My eye hasn’t healed since the last time he wanted me dressed up.”

She turns and heads up the stairs to change.
Mom really needs to figure this out, I’m not going through this any longer, Stacy thought to herself.

Hearing the door lock turn Stacy turns down the heat on the skillet and keeps her head down and turned to the stove, so she won’t have to see him coming in. In stumbles a bear of a man, if it were not for the smell you would think it was really a bear. Stumbling and weaving, head bobbing like a fighter dodging hits, he moves to the kitchen doorway.

Slurring and licking his lips ludely he says in a whisky laden voice,

“Honey you look so sweet in those pink shorts” ,making a lip smacking sound.

His head moving like its to heavy for his body, he didn’t see the flat side of a hot cast iron skillet moving at a high rate of speed to his red eyes and runny nosed face. The bear dropped instantly in the doorway.

Stacy calmly moved to the sink and disposal and empty what contents were left in the cast iron skillet.
She turned and looked at the body, it had a strange twitch in the fingers. It was turned slightly in the door and Mom was coming down stairs.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair made up and tight halter top, tight yoga shorts and pair of spiked high heels.
Yeah he was weird, Stacy thought as her Mom stopped suddenly looking at the body across the doorway. Looking down, then back up to Stacy, she placed her spike on the bears spinal cord at the neck and stepped across, smiling broadly at Stacy as she stepped and says “Happy New Year!”