After a grueling workout at the gym, all I wanted was to collapse on the couch. But Angel, my insufferable stepbrother, wrinkled his nose and started in with being rude and saying that I stink and demanding I take a shower. Something in me snapped. If he thought I smelled so bad, maybe he needed a closer sample. Before he could react, I had him in a headlock, his face pressed against my sweaty armpits. I smothered him with my stinky pits, making him take in all of my aroma. His protests turned to muffled sounds as I made him experience the full potency of what a two hour workout produces.
