They opened the box and were delighted to see a mini-dress made of pink latex inside. Jenna clapped her hands and smiled when she saw it. She picked it up and showed it to her friends.
"You are gonna, like, look so sexy in that, Jenna!" Tiffany said, excitedly. "I wish my boyfriend gave me stuff like that."
"What boyfriend?" Sarah asked. "Tiffany, you're fucking like half the school."
Tiffany giggled. "Oh yeah."
"Yeah, and I'm fucking the other half," Jenna said, with a giggle. "Steve's not really my boyfriend. I just like fucking him, that's all."
"Try the dress on, Jenna," Sarah said.
Downstairs, Jenna's mom paced back and forth. She saw the latex dress and knew that she had to do something. She was the parent and the parent was always right and in control. She had no idea where she had gone wrong in parenting Jenna, but her oldest daughter had turned into a spoiled brat.
She put her foot down. This was the last straw. She was going to march right up to that bedroom and give that young lady (lady? yeah, right) a stern talking to. She didn't even care if her friends bore witness to it. It seemed to her that they might need a splash of cold water as well.
She just wasn't going to let her daughter go out dressed like a street-walking whore. Unknown to her, however, Jenna had already done quite a bit of slutting around at school. If she ever found out what her daughter was really like, she might have a nervous breakdown.
