Warm and Inviting

"Yes, officer, her stepmother gravely intoned, I'll keep a good watch on her."

But as the door closed and was bolted shut behind the police officer, her stepmother turned and grinned, then ran and burst out into a giggle.

"Margo, I'm so glad you're home!"

"You, you are?"

Her stepmother clicked her tongue, closed her eyes, and put her hand over her chest.

"Honey, I know we had a tough time, early on. I mean, I get it, even though I'm not as smart as you," she conceitedly conceded, as only a house wife can. "You lost your mom when you were 13, and your dad married me when you were 16, and I was what? Twenty-blerf,. she laughed, I was a live in bimbo, and you, you were always studying, or doing something at the school, watching the news, so much smarter than me, and your dad, really." she laughed again. "I always thought we would have made better sisters, anyways."

"You aren't upset at my...indiscretion?"

"I love it, such a grown up word. Honey, you know I done far worse, you used to throw it at me in arguments! And trust me, you don't know the half, but you tell me now, she was speaking fast, how did it feel?"

"The trial was so-", Margaret began.

"No, it. IT. What you got charged for."

"Oh...well, it's kind of fuzzy."

Her stepmother beamed, showing off her sparkling veneers.

"Was it...did it get you horny?"

"Uh...a little."

Her step-mother laughed wildly.

"Are you drunk?"

"Getting there honey, and all in your honor, come on into the kitchen, and we'll talk."

Her stepmother led the way, grabbing her by the hand and shuffling along in angora slippers and exquisite robe.