The de-bitching of mom begins

Tiffany opened the door, and there stood my mother, Marisa Meier, in the flesh. I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent what was about to happen to her, but in a lot of ways, I agreed with Tiffany. Something had to be done about her, or we would probably all suffer from her wrath, even if we didn't deserve it. My mom was cruel that way, which is why I was such a scared little mouse most of the time. I didn't want to do anything that would make her mad at me, and I was always very afraid, and very cautious of my words and actions.

"You must be Lisa's mom" Tiffany said with a smile. "We're just about to wrap up our studies. Please, come in! Can I offer you something to drink?"

Mom looked into the living room. At first she was scowling with what appeared to be anger. Then it softened into a smile. "Sure. I'd appreciate a drink" she answered Tiffany. "I'll just have a seat next to Lisa on the sofa, and wait for you guys to finish up."

"What would you like?" Tiffany asked. "My parents keep wine coolers well stocked. We also have juice, or iced tea." Then she added. "I suggest a wine cooler. They're the new strawberry daiquiri flavor. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I know my mom and dad love them!"

"That actually sounds quite interesting" said my unsuspecting mother. "All right, you talked me into one."

"Terrific!" Tiffany smiled. Everything was falling right into place. "Have a seat, and I'll be right back!" Tiffany turned on her heels, and went into the kitchen to "prepare" mom's drink. She returned to the living room a few moments later, carrying a tray with a bottle and glass, and sat it on the coffee table before my mom. "There you are, Miss Meier" she said, being cordial. "I brought you a glass in case you prefer not to drink out of the bottle."

"You didn't have to go through all that trouble" my mom smiled. "The bottle is just fine. That way I can take it with me if I'm not finished with it before your study session is over." She took the bottle, opened it, and drank from it. "Very good!" she said. "It's a little bitter though, but I like it."

"I'm glad you do" Tiffany smiled, sounding pleased. "Now where were we, gang? Chapter four?"

About half way through the bottle, mom started started feeling funny. She sat the bottle back down on the tray. "I think we better get going, Lisa. I'm not feeling too good." She tried to stand up, but found she couldn't move. She could speak, but her arms and her legs were like lead weights she couldn't lift. "What's going on?" she asked, throwing herself into a panic. "I can't move!"

Tiffany rose from her seat, and laughed sadistically as she approached my incapacitated mom. "Relax, Marisa. We're all about to get to know each other intimately. Mark, throw this bitch over your shoulder, and carry her up to my bedroom."

"Lisa? What's going on here? Help me!" mom cried as Mark threw her body over his shoulder, toting her up the stairs.

I wasn't sure what to do. I was afraid Tiffany's plan had a fatal flaw that would backfire on us all, but I couldn't think what it would be. I was also afraid to disobey Tiffany, though I really wanted to help my mom. I did what I had to do. I sat there, and watched everything unfold before my eyes as if I were caught in someone else's dream world.

"Let's go, girls" Tiffany laughed as she took my hand. "We've got a de-bitching to attend to."