Someone is looking for Tara

As Frank stepped out of his door he saw Natalie, Tara's mother, walking up the driveway with a curious expression on her face. As she saw him, her face lit up with a smile and she gave him a little wave.

"Hi Frank! I just saw Tara's car. Is she here?"

"She's inside," Frank smiled, reaching into the convertible and pulling Tara's red dress out of the back seat. Tara's eyes widened in surprise, then her smile widened and she covered her mouth with one hand.

"You fucked her!" she giggled. "That's priceless! How'd you manage that!

"My Italian charm," he chuckled.

"Your Italian cock more like! What happened? Tell me!"

"She was being her usual snotty, sullen self and I told her she needed training. She decided I was right, and I've spent the last little while training the shit out of her. I think she'll be better behaved, at least as far as I'm concerned."

"Oh God this is too good! Serves the little bitch right. She treats boys like garbage, like she's better than they are. I guess that shit doesn't work so well when she runs into a man. This is wonderful! Can I see?"