"Hey - OW!" Albany pulled her hand away as it was slapped. "That hurt!" She muttered something about assault. Mom was muttering about a snack, but Allie wasn't hungry. She wanted her phone or her laptop, or mom's phone or laptop. And then Mom said she would post for her. "Oh hell no! No fucking way." No way was she giving her mother the pass key to her phone, never mind the passwords to her accounts. There was a reason why Allie had decoy accounts set up in her real name and similar names. It wasn't that she was doing anything illegal, but she didn't want her mom reading all the nasty explicit cybersex that she engaged in, especially on the BDSM sites. She sniggered aloud softly at the thought of her celibate prude of a mother reading the naughty bondage filth her teenage daughter was into.<br/><br/>But mom was still talking. Allie forced herself to pay attention in case it was important. It wasn't but she felt forced to reply. "But mom, I keep telling you. IT. WAS. NOT. MY. FAULT!" Allie found herself kneeling on the couch, her hands gripping her mother by the shoulders, shaking her with each word. She didn't really remember moving to sit like this, but sjhe must have, because she was. Mom was actually paying attention now, though, which was a good thing. Allie decided to press the advantage while she could. "They put that sweater on a rack of sale items. There was a sign on the rack that said all items on this rack, fifty percent off. I can show you the photo of it on my phone if you like?" Worth a try... "So I took the sweater to the check-out and wanted to pay for it, but the stupid cow charged me full price, so I complained and she insisted and I showed her the ticket that said it should be half price and she said it was on the wrong rack and I said that wasn't my fault and I wanted it half price and she said I couldn't have it and I said ... I said forget it and left." She missed out the bit where she had called the woman a brainless fuck-turd of a cowpat, and picked up the PDQ machine to throw it at her. The sign saying 50% Off Everything was an invention in her head, but it was by now a reality to Allie. There was no photo of it on her phone, that was just a ruse to try and get her phone back.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately I left with the sweater, but mom, can't you see, that wasn't my fault!"<br/><br/>Allie was intense. Her hands, of their own volition had moved to grasp the front of her mother's blouse, a swatch of cloth gathered in each tightly clenched fist. Somehow, she had moved again and was now kneeling astride her mother's lap, the computer pushed off and balanced precariously on the edge of the couch.<br/><br/>Albany Olsen sniffed the air suddenly and stopped talking while she processed the new information. There was a smell, something she didn't recognise but knew that she should, a subliminal scent that she knew, if only she could identify it, and its source, would tell her something of vast, earth-shattering importance!