turn beet red

His fat old face turns a shade of beet red. His ugly yellow mustache twitches around his lips in anger at Harry comments about being pregnant. Harry saw his uncle eyes growing smaller.

Vernon said. "You little whore. You have ten minutes to leave my home before I....."

Harry said with intense hate in his girly voice. "You'll do what old man. I have your son wrap around my finger. I didn't ask him to use your phone. I told him I am gonna use this phone." Harry knew all of his words were false. But he really wanted to stick it to Vernon at the moment. "Now please fuck off before I tell everyone about your weirdo nephew."

Vernon face went through two different phases. Red for anger. Green for sickness at Harry's comments about his nephew.

"What do you mean?"

Harry grin with his sexy female lips. "The boy who has a little special ability. We both weren't want that to leak to the press. Now please leave me alone and let me make mine long distance call."