Petty in the living room

She pat Timmy on the bottom, sending him into the big comfy living room and shutting the door. Petty was there in her new style of clothes, white vest and cowgirl skirt and boots.

"Phew," Timmy sighed. "No offense, but glad they put me with the easiest fight first."
Petty rolled her eyes. "No offense, Tim, but I'm going to have to make you pay for that. I'm not the pushover I used to be." She smiled. "Gran'ma wants me to do the same to you."

"How you gonna do that?"