Hell Hath No Fury Excerpt 3

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"Gerald Anton Bennington, how many times do I have to tell you not to take the Lord's name in vain?"
Gerry doubled over, wheezing and trying to reclaim some oxygen so he could respond. She took this chance and grabbed the remaining patch of hair on his balding head and pulled up. Raising her leg, Gram slammed Gerry's head down until she felt the cartilage of his nose crack against her knee cap. That forced the air back into his lungs and he screamed.
"Dammit, mom. Fuck!"
As blood poured down his face, Gram folded her arms across her chest.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you or do I have to pull out my scrotal clamps?"