"It looks as though my husband's skank wife has found herself underneath the couch." The giant Kate chuckled pulling Emily out with her free hand and standing back up. She brought the tiny wife to her face, examining the tiny woman's body with a grin pouring over her face, opening her lips to speak.
"I didn't know they made whores in all sizes." She laughed, hot air blasting over Emily's face, smelling like cigarettes.
"Put me down Kate! I'm not the one who goes trying to lure guys half my age at bars!" She protested, trying to free herself from the firm grip of her husband's sister.
"I don't think you're in any position to be name calling, pipsqueak. I do pity the widower my brother is going to be, but I'm sure one of my friends will make for a good stepmother, don't you?" She said, sitting back on the couch.
"What do you want Kate?!" Emily yelled, needing to know how to escape the scenario which was looking more and more grim as it went on.
"I wanted you out of the picture. It seems as though I already have that however." Kate said, setting her phone down and bringing her free hand to rub her chin in contemplation. "I have a lot of ideas for you, I really do. I think I have an idea to make sure you don't ever get back to my brother, ruining him with your antics." Emily gulped, and waited for Kate to announce her plan, soon revealed to be
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