Debbie had just reached in run-down club in an area called the Bottom. She elbowed her way through the throng. But before she could make it to the kitchen she thought she had seen her husband Ray sitting on a recliner flanked by two women. And her anger began to mount every second. She was beside herself with rage. The two women remained on his lap and with their arms firmly around the nape of his neck.
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Debbie clenched her fist so tight until her knuckles could just break. It was seemingly comical how quickly she tossed the first woman. Debbie flew into her with a vengeance. She jerked her by the arm, nearly throwing her clean across the room into the crowd. The next one became so frightened that she felt it would be better, especially for her own health to get up, but Ray thought otherwise and held on to her with both arms.
"Ooooh...I'm going to kill this fool!" Debbie yelled, stomping her feet and inching closer to them.