Payback

The daughter stared at her mother.

“Oh, you think you're funny, don't you?”

“Absolutely, sweetie.”

“Let's see how funny you are!”

Before her mother could react, the daughter pounced on her, sending them both tumbling onto the sofa. There was a burst of laughter, a flurry of arms and legs, and a loud ripping sound.

“MY BLOUSE!”

The daughter held up the torn garment triumphantly.

“What's wrong, Mom? I thought we were refreshing memories!”

In a flash she pulled her mother's bra down and bit her nipples.

“Ouch!”

“Now we're even.”

“Not quite, sweetie.”

Her mother reached for the photo album.

“I still have your prom pictures.”