Chantz Fortune

Mama looked wearily at her options, unsure what to pick and maybe even stalling for a better option, or an escape plan.

“Woops!” Chichi suddenly pushed the cel phone at her face, making her nose poke a selection. Chichi looked at it and grinned. “Oh shit, Chantz! Bad pick, mommy, bad pick. Heard she went up a strapon size. Some kinda dildo puberty thing, I guess.”’
“More than you went through,” Karen grumbled, but a kick to the teeth made her sob and kick the ground in pain.