Setting her Straight

Bebe woke up with someone lightly slapping her cheek. She was in Mrs. Bosa's garden in a lounge chair, and her mother was there. "Baby, are you OK?"

"I don't know. What are you doing here?"

"I only live 10 minutes away."

"Since when?"

Bebe's mom and Mrs. Bosa looked at each other. "Bebe, where are you?" asked her mom.

"I'm in Mrs Bosa's garden I guess."

"Correct. Now where do you live?" asked her mom.

"In that mobile home?" Bebe pointed to the mobile home next to them.

"Yes. Now what's all of this about Beverly Hills. Were you at a party?"

"Well, I was at party, but I fell asleep at my place on my couch, and I can prove it." Bebe took out her phone, but the selfie she took was not there. Instead the last photo was of her with two young woman with a lot of make-up and scantily dressed. Bebe wore pasties and the g-string she woke up in. She did not recognize the women. "What the?"

"Bebe, I saw you leave for work last night, dear. You waved to me. Do you remember that?" asked Mrs. Bosa.

"No, where do I work?"

"You're a stripper," said her mom.

"Erotic dancer," corrected Mrs. Bosa. "Let's encourage Bebe."

"Right erotica dancer," said her mom. "Sorry, dear. Your father and I support you."

"I'm a stripper?!"