Megan pulled the screen door open and stormed over to her daughter. "Give me the phone," she demanded snatching it from her daughter's hand. "Listen up Nigel. If I ever catch you near my daughter, I'll have you locked up." Megan hung up the phone.

"But mom, I love him."

"You are grounded young lady. Go to your room."

"I hate you, you bitch." Michelle entered the house crying.

Megan started crying herself. This Nigel kid was bad news. Michelle had always been a good girl. Suddenly, she was wearing low riding jeans with the straps of her thong hanging out. Her shirts were small, tight, and everything showed her navel. Her bra showed her cleavage which was impressive on breasts nearing a D-cup in size. Michelle would eventually inherit, Megan's double Ds.

Megan sighed. She looked at her juice and decided it needed spicing up a little. Megan walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured some vodka into her orange juice. She mixed it pretty strong, but hell, she wouldn't be driving.

Megan locked the doors and headed back upstairs and was just in time to stop the tub from overflowing. Megan drained the tub a little and added some bath salts.