Momma's very angry

Mike drove a while until he came to the spot he was looking for: A large clothing donation box in an empty lot. He had just pulled up to the box and stepped out when another car pulled up next to his...

And out stepped a very angry older woman who Mike recognized as Tanya's mother.

"Michael!"

"Ms. Fitzpatrick..."

"Enough with the pleasantries, Boy!" Ms. Fitzpatrick snapped as she marched up to Mike and jabbed him in the chest with her finger. "What's this I hear about you stealing everything belonging to my daughter and leaving her nude and penniless all because she broke up with you?!"

Mike blinked a few times before sighing. "Tanya didn't give you the full story of what happened today, did she? Or why we broke up?"

Ms. Fitzpatrick scowled at the young man in front of her. Of all the boys that Tanya brought home, Mike had always been her favorite; especially since he was so honest, unlike the others. However, this most likely had something to do with the fact that Mike was the worst liar on the planet, only able to fool those gullible enough. And as a former detective before she retired, Ms. Fitzpatrick prided herself on being a human lie detector of sorts as long as she had the subject in front of her.

Raising an eyebrow, the woman growled, "This had better be good..."

Back at Tanya's, the naked woman sat curled up on her couch, shivering slightly as she wondered what to do. There was nothing in the house she could use to cover herself, at least not fully.

"Woof! Woof!"

Hearing the barking, Tanya looked over to the window to see her neighbor's labrador at her window, panting happily as he barked in a playful manner. The dog pawed at the window pane as it let out a small whine.

"Go away, Pongo!" Tanya told the dog, "I can't play right now! And you're gonna draw attention to me and my situation, so..."

Tanya trailed off as she noticed the green and white sweater the dog was wearing, an idea forming in her head as Pongo barked happily.

"There's a good boy, Pongo!" Tanya cooed in a babyish voice, a smirk coming to her lips. "There's a good boy!"

Ms. Fitzpatrick was shocked and appalled by what Mike had just told her. "She cheated on you with three other men? And she did nothing but berate and insult you? And the reason she let you back in was for stress relief?!"

"Yeah." Mike admitted, Ms. Fitzpatrick not picking up any traces of lying once more.

"Oh, Micheal. I'm terribly sorry." Ms. Fitzpatrick said as she placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. "I had no idea that my daughter would do this to anyone. I truly thought I had raised her better!"

"It's not your fault, Ms. F." Mike said with a sigh.

"Tell you what." Ms. Fitzpatrick offered, "You give me Tanya's money and cards back, and I'll handle my daughter. I'm gonna have a long talk with her, anyway."

"You'd do that?"

"Consider it an apology for the way Tanya treated you." Ms. Fitzpatrick said, "And I think I have just the way to punish her..."

Tanya stood in front of a full length mirror, now dressed in the dog sweater that she had pulled off Pongo.

"It's a little short..." Tanya muttered, pulling the sweater down over her ass and womanhood, "But beggars can't be choosers. And it's only until Mom can come over and either buy or bring me clothes, anyway. Although," she scratched herself a little, "I hope I'm not allergic to whatever this thing is made out of. It's really itchy."

"Pongo! Here, Boy!" Tanya's neighbor Penny called out as the lab came bounding up to her, stopping at her feet as he panted happily. "What happened to your sweater, Baby?"

"Woof! Woof!"

"Ah, it probably doesn't matter anyway." Penny said with a chuckle as she held up a bottle of shampoo... That had a picture of a flea in a circle with a red X on the label. "It's time for your flea bath!"