Talking with Brianna's mom

Brianna’s knuckles whitened around the steering wheel as she couldn't hear her mother on the other end. Janice smirked, twisting in her seat to face Brianna fully, one manicured finger tapping the phone screen to put it on speaker. "Oh, wonderful! Hi, this is John's wife Janice. We need to talk about your daughter’s little public display today."

Brianna’s stomach dropped. The air from the ventilated seat prickled against her bare skin like a thousand judgmental fingers as her mother's voice came out of the speakerphone.

"Display?"

"Oh yes," Janice purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Your daughter thought it would be appropriate to strip completely naked in the middle of the plaza, right in front of everyone!"

Her mother’s sharp inhale crackled through the speaker. "What?! Brianna, is this true?"

Brianna opened her mouth to protest, but Janice’s sharp nails dug into her bare thigh in warning. The sting **** a gasp instead of words. Then she heard a click from the phone - the sound of Janice snapping a photo made her flinch.

"See for yourself," Janice cooed into the phone as she texted Brianna's mother the image.

Brianna’s mother choked on her next words. "Brianna, what in God’s name—?"

"Well, we're at Publix now," Janice continued as Brianna pulled into the parking lot, "we should be at your place within an hour."

"Well, let me know when you're at my place," Brianna's mom continued, "I need to have a long talk with Brianna about this. Hopefully you can get her something to wear."

"Okay, take care!" Janice hung up the call as Brianna groaned and pulled into the parking spot. Great - now her mother was thinking she was a sick freak? Where will Janice's depravity end?! At least she was somewhat relieved by her mom hoping for getting her something to wear, but God knows that Janice was probably going to mess that up, too.