Ted Headman's Christmas
Chapter Seven: The Fury
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"Jacob..." cried Mrs. Headman, weakly. She’d witnessed this scene before.
The other guests, however, were quite taken by surprise.
No one knew where to look or what to say. When Mr. Headman pulled Ted roughly to his feet, however, the towel dropped to the floor and all eyes focused on one spot.
"Jacob, please!" pleaded Mrs. Headman, close to tears.
Mr. Headman paused briefly in the throttling of his son. No, it would not do to take a life with members of his congregation present.
"They shoulda tried you out for the lead in Psycho III, man," coughed Ted. "Cause you’re one sick dude!"
Fifteen seconds later, Ted found himself lying face down, naked, in the snow.
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