"Hey, Stace, when you're off the net let me know, I've gotta use it. 'Kay."
"Okay, Brad. But I'm going to be a while, I'm auctioning this stuffed skunk on eBay, and you'd be shocked at the activity."
"Those auctions take days, Stace. C'mon surely you can take a break from this hot paced bidding for an hour or two?"
"Watch it, punk boy, or I may auction your ass off too," pointedly comments Stacy.
"I thought Kristi was with you?" Brad asks looking around the room.
So that's it, little bro wants to hit on my friends again, he should stick to stuffed animals. She glances at Kristi, well maybe this once she'd give her brother the chance to get lucky with a senior girl. She smiles wickedly.
"No one here except my stuffed skunk. SHE's available!"
Brad grabs the skunk and faces the tail toward Stacy. He raises the tail like it's about to spray and says, "Take that, Stinky!"
Stacy hates being called Stinky, but her acerbic reply is drowned out by the torrent spraying out the stuffed skunk's tail.
Brad is pushed backward by the recoil, he braces himself as the huge greenish-yellow cloud blasts his sister literally against the wall. It's like a supercharged fire extinguisher blasting away. Finally, it stops. He looks down at the stuffed skunk, and up at his sister who is plastered to her wallpapered wall. The smell is repulsive. Gaggin, but still carrying the stuffed skunk, Brad runs from the room.
Stacy slowly opens her stinging eyes. She's late for her beauty salon appointment.
She barely notices that people shy away from her as she walks down the street to the salon on the corner. Even cats and dogs back away. Her very presence repulses everyone. She enters the salon, and is greeted with, "Oooh, sorry, you're late. Gave your appointment to someone else. Won't be able to see you for a week. Maybe you should go elsewhere?"
Stacy looks at the empty chairs and the beauticians standing around idly talking, and demands that they do her hair now.
They agree to take care of her....