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Christmas with Millie

"I know you love your father, Matt, but he can be a complete ass hole sometimes."

Millie says in a slightly slurry voice, taking another sip from her Long Island Ice Tea. I think it is her third one this evening, or maybe even her fourth one.

I look over at Millie as she sits curled up on the sofa wearing a puffy white and red Christmas sweater and tight white pants, from where I am sitting on a chair next to the fire place and reply:

"He just has a work emergency to deal with, that is all. He'll be here again tomorrow."

I think back to the two of them picking me up from the airport the day before, then a few hours later my dad driving off to deal with what he says is a work emergency the day before Christmas, stating he will be away for two days minimum. Then Millie's daughter Ashley that was supposed to come as well managed to miss her flight, and did not manage to find another one as everything is fully booked past New Years. I can understand that Millie is upset.

Millie just sits there staring at the fire place and takes another sip from her drink, then says:

"I don't believe for a second he is working."

"You know he is Millie." I reply, trying to calm her down.

Millie rolls her eyes and takes a large sip from her drink, then says:

"I really had planned for this Christmas to be special you know."

I don't know what to reply, so I say nothing. Millie takes another sip from her drink, finishing it off, then heads to the kitchen to mix another one for herself.

I sit there in silence, contemplating what a crappy Christmas this is, sitting alone with Millie being drunk and not even being able to look at her big tits as the Christmas sweater is covering them up. Well, at least with her being drunk I will not have to hear anything about the awkwardness of this summer I think to myself.

I'm a bit lost in my own thoughts so I look up and see Millie staring at me with a slightly drunk and amused smile, saying:

"What are you thinking about, Matt?"

I jump a bit at this, then say:

"I am sure dad will get you something nice to make up for being away."

"Ha! He better!" Millie replies, laughing her slightly drunken laugh, then continues:

"He sure is not getting his Christmas present though!"

"Am sure you got him something nice." I answer, trying to sound neutral.

"Something nice!" Millie says and laughs again.

I look at my step-mom and smile at her, trying to get her to calm down a bit, but she is still laughing, saying:

"Oh, I got him something nice alright, but he is missing out on that!"

"What did you get him?" I ask.

Millie takes another sip from her new drink, thinks for a second, then says: