Bad Moms Club Chapter 01
By tannim
04/18/2022

	There were six women around the table when Oveta joined them.  They were relaxed in the dark more or less empty restaurant.  One was a hippo, one a squirrel, one a rhinoceros, two were rabbits, and the last a mouse.  Oveta, an otter, knew their names, but was not entirely sure which was which for some of them.

	She looked at the one she was sure of. "You are Fay?"

	Fay, the squirrel, smiled. "That I am.  And you would be Oveta.  It's lovely to meet you were we can talk without all those people around.  Now, what would you like to talk about?"

	The other women didn't seem to be paying her any attention.  They were talking just as much as when she came in.  A few did give her a dismissive glance, but then they went back to whatever.  As far as she could tell, it was about a soccer game.

	Oveta looked back over her shoulder at the door, then around the mostly empty buffet. "Erm, I heard you had a club for moms and thought I might join."

	The hippo turned to her and frowned at the otter's surprisingly flat chest. "You're a mother? With those breasts? Surely you never nursed a pup before! Or whatever you otters call your babies."

	Her friends around her all turned to look for themselves.  They didn't appear to be judging so much as just looking for now.  A few did smile.

	"I nursed her every day she was a baby.  She's about two now." Oveta gestured at the Hippo's chest. "And I see you must have had quite the herd feeding from those.  Though I would guess you ate them all afterward given the belly."

	Fay snorted and waved vaguely, the other women went quiet. "We do have a club.  It's pretty exclusive though.  Why do you want to join our Bad Mom's Club?"

	"I'm a pretty bad mom.  I don't like to cook.  I'm impatient.  I spank her too hard when she's bad.  I also fantasize about doing worse while cleaning up after her."

	The rhino spoke for the first time. "Got any pictures? I'd love to see her."

	Oveta opened her purse and took out a phone.  She flipped around in it for a bit to get to the photos, then handed it to Fay.  The picture was of her daughter, Lyah, crying with both hands on her butt.

	"I see where the breasts went in your family.  They clearly didn't go to you." It didn't sound like she was trying to be mean.  Fay sounded rather surprised given that each breast was almost as big as the baby otter herself. "I'm surprised she can walk let alone get into trouble.  This is after you spanked her?"

	"Caned her, actually.  She spilled some very expensive wine." Oveta covered her breasts by crossing her arms.  She hated people focusing on them after seeing her daughter's excessively large pair. "For all the pain that girl caused me just coming out I use a hard wood cane."

	The rhino leaned over and flipped through the pictures. "I don't see any of you caning her."

	Smirking, Oveta waved a hand dismissively. "It's surprisingly hard to hold a phone to take pictures while you're swinging something else at the target."

	Fay scrolled through the pictures too. "That is true, but there's nothing really bad visible here other than your pretty daughter crying and holding her butt.  She could have just fallen on it.  Judging by those melons on her chest the weight alone would be enough to send her crying.  Amethyst, how about you show her something more fitting?"

	The mouse, who had white fur on her front and brown on her sides with much darker fur on her back, twitched her nose, then fumbled in her purse to find her own phone.  After flipping through it for some seconds, she handed it to Oveta.  A little mouse girl slightly older than Lyah stood in a closet with her arms tied to the clothes bar above and feet cuffed to a bowling ball and the door frame below.  Amethyst was there with swinging a belt over her inner thighs in the picture.  There were tears in the cub's eyes and her mouth was open wide in a scream or squeal.

	"If you like you can flip through and see some more of her belting." Amethyst smiled. "It was a good day."

	Oveta nodded at the sight and the next few of the girl having her groin belted as well as her flat chest. "What did she do?"

	"She didn't do anything." The mouse sighed. "Why should she have to have done something to earn it? I can have fun, too, can't I?"

	"True..." Feeling a little worried about not sounding bad enough, Oveta pulled a picture out of her pocket and offered it up. "I did have a little fun after the spanking.  She kept crying so I had to gag her."

	The other women leaned forward to look, but it was just Lyah with a ball gag holding her jaws open wide and a strap holding it on.  At least she was crying.  The tears were clearly real.

	"That doesn't really show anything happening, though." Amethyst shook her head. "If you want to be in the Bad Mom's Club you have to have proof that you're bad with her or to her."

	Fay pushed the picture back toward Oveta. "We share our fun with each other and put on shows at each others houses during play dates.  Our kids just love going to see their friends perform." There were some snickers from around the table. "If you want to join, you'll need to put on a show for us."

	Oveta sat up straighter, impressing them for the first time by looking interested as she asked. "Do you have something in mind?"

	The rhino sat up straighter and held out Oveta's phone with another picture of Lyah on it, this time hanging from Oveta's chest with a bra over her like the toddler's breasts were her mom's. "Oh I have an idea that should be fun.  You wear her like this, as though her breasts are yours, and ask some guy to punch your breast.  Say you like it rough.  Let him hit her nice and hard and you drop a hand down your pants and touch yourself."

	One of the rabbits giggled and grabbed the phone to look better. "That's good, Daphney!  Hehe, you'll want to have that gag in her mouth for it.  Wouldn't be as fun if she gave away the gag, right?"

	Fay stood up. "I know a good bar for it, too.  Think you're up to it, Oveta? If you want in of course.  You're free to leave if you don't.  We have enough members for now already without you that we don't really need more."

	The otter held out a hand while fay scribbled something down. "I'm in.  Give me the address."

	"We'll be in before you get there.  You don't know us, you don't look at us.  It's all you.  Don't worry about rough or lewd stuff happening in there.  The place is used to it and encourages it." The squirrel stood up. "Come on ladies, lets get ready for tonight's entertainment."

	"No knockout drops either." The other rabbit finally spoke, very deep voiced for a doe. "We wouldn't want little Lyah to miss the fun so she has to be awake."

	Oveta left in a hurry after that, her arms were shaking and legs were wobbly from excitement and concern.  She took several seconds to fumble her keys out and drive away.  A car followed her several seconds later, all the way to her house.

	She pulled in, the car kept going to four houses down, the driver, a male rat, walked quickly over while was unlocking the door. "How did it go, Miss Ruald? They show you anything we can use against them?"

	"No.  They seemed like a nice group of ladies so far.  They just talked about sports, but they did ask if I'd join them at a bar." Oveta let him see the address while she tugged the door open. "Hopefully they'll open up and if it turns out they are doing anything illegal or abusive, I'll let you know immediately."

	"Good.  The rumors that this group is molesting and torturing cubs is sickening." The rat handed the paper back and tugged his ear. "Be careful in there, if they are doing these things, they could be dangerous and we can't go there or we'll risk your cover.  I'll leave you to it.  Stay safe and thank you for accepting this job."

	Watched him leave from the window inside her home, Oveta sighed.  She could have told him about the picture of the mouse girl, but there wouldn't have been any proof in that even if she had.  It wasn't like she HAD the picture to give him so there was no point in bothering him about it.  There had been a lot of bruises on her visible under her thin white fur.  That had to have hurt getting them.

	"Morris should be bringing Lyah back any time now.  I better get ready."

	It was only five minutes before her cousin brought her daughter back, which had given her plenty of time to change into a sexy dress with a very generously loose low cut front that was designed to accommodate very large breasts.  With Oveta's flat chest, the front hung down limp with a lot of extra fabric bunched up and effortlessly hiding her A-cup pair.  She wore a pretty flower patterned cloth inside the gap from one thin shoulder strap to the other that would have otherwise shown the very top of her chest from just above the start of her cleavage all the way to just above her collar bone where her torso became her neck.

	Morris pushed the one and a half year old Lyah inside in her stroller. "Lyah was a dear while babysitting.  She slept during most of it so I'm pretty sure she'll be wide awake for you tonight." He eyed the pretty red dress his cousin was wearing. "Court must have gone pretty well if you're going out on a date."

	Oveta knew he saw the loose front and was glad that he didn't suggest she change.  He had always been nice enough not to bring up her small breasts, which was why she liked him and let him babysit her daughter.  Of course the fact that he had a similarly endowed daughter helped too.  Lyah's giant breasts mixed well with Morris's daughter's giant vulva.  Maybe it ran in their family or something.

	"Yeah, court was fine.  No nasty cases today and those idiot lawyers didn't babble on for hours for once.  It's always a good day when I don't have to listen to another two hour argument about nothing for some obviously guilty sob's defense." She crouched down and rubbed her daughter's forehead. "How much do I owe you? Sorry I have to be so blunt but as much as I'd love to chat I have a date waiting."

	When he was gone, Oveta grunted and lifted her daughter out her her stroller.  Lyah woke up at being lifted and smiled at her.  The smile switched to a quick giggle when she saw the dress and she wiggled her little feet eagerly.  It was funny being in there.

	"Always eager to go on a date as Mommy's breasts, huh.  Well... I hope you stay that way." Oveta positioned Lyah over her until her feet touched the front of the loose cloth where her breasts would be, then lowered her in.

	Tonight would not be the first night she'd been in that dress and held in the harness sewn into it.  Getting the baby girl in always took about five minutes with the giant breasts getting in the way, but her daughter's huge breasts were why she did it in the first place.  There would be no point if she was as flat as her mom.

	Oveta had to sit down in her recliner for it and lay back so she could hold Lyah with one arm and tuck the girl's legs into the reinforced tubes that were tied to her waist.  Getting those in was really the hard part.  Every little otter loved to squirm and Lyah was very good at playfully wiggling and moving.  It took her almost three minutes just on her legs alone before they were in place and the straps that held them there were cuffed on.

	The arms were easier.  Oveta gently grasped her daughter's right hand in her left and pushed it down along her own right side into a binder tube strapped along her ribs.  A cuff at the end went around the baby's wrist and kept her from pulling her arm back out or bending her arm any significant amount.  The left arm followed just the same and another strap around Oveta's belly and Lyah's hips meant she couldn't thrust her torso forward either.

	It was a bit uncomfortable with her daughter's tail root pushing against her, but a strip of silk between it and her made the situation much more comfortable.  She easily cuffed Lyah's tail to the girl's own leg.  The overall effect was that her daughter couldn't move and her breasts jutted forward as though they were part of Oveta.

	The mother otter posed in front of her mirror while her daughter smiled up at her, rather happy to be snuggled up so close to her mom.  She giggled when Oveta adjusted her breasts, always happy to have them fondled, and watched her mom tug the pretty dress up over the very tips of them as usual.  Her nipple caps were half exposed and any jiggling would easily cause the fabric to slip to expose more.  Only Lyah's head and shoulders gave away that she was there and her mom had a solution for that with the flower fabric she could drape over them.

	"Well, we're nearly ready, Lyah.  I think this is going to be a night to remember for both of us.  Probably in different ways." Leaving the girl's head out for the moment, Oveta grabbed her purse, took a ball gag with straps from the back of a dresser drawer, and headed back out for a date she was very nervous about. "Here we go.  I'll finish covering you up when we get there.  You'll have an easier time breathing on the way there that way, that sound ok? Yeah... it does."

	It was a fifteen minute drive to the bar on the far edge of town.  The neighborhood was not a high class place, but there were plenty of cars in the lot.  Oveta pulled in and looked at the rundown building with cracked sign while she gagged her daughter and strapped Lyah's head to her own neck to keep it back as far as possible out of the way. "Quite the place.  Seems fitting for what they want.  Damn, my hands are shaking.  I hope the drinks are good."

	Inside the place was unexpectedly well lit and free of smoke.  The place was still a dump with grubby walls, questionable looking tables that were heavily decorated with cracks, initials, and wear, but at least she could see and breath.  Seeing and breathing weren't things she was used to in some of the bars she had gone into in the past.  Oveta despised the cigarette smoke in such places but the poor light had made passing her daughter's chest off as her own much easier.  She hoped she could do it in good light, too.

	The bar wasn't as quiet as she had expected, either.  Seedy places always had quiet drinkers who didn't want anything to do with other people in books and movies.  It looked like any standard bar activity wise at first glance, though.  Some ladies were drinking with some men.  People were talking and even laughing.  Nobody was being punched or cursed out.  A little further look only showed a little roughness from one table as an older male ferret was getting very insistent with a frightened teen possum.

	Oveta passed them by and caught sight of Fay and the other ladies at a table.  They didn't even look in her direction as she went up to the bar and ordered something sweet.  Her hands were still shaking with nerves as she sat down to wait for it at a table.  It wasn't long before a male skunk came up to her.

	He didn't sound drunk, but he had a drink in his hand. "You got a pretty face there, ot.  Mind if I sit down?"

	She looked him over.  Fairly nice build but slightly fat.  Face was decent though scruffy.  As good as any, probably.

	"Sit if you want.  You got a name?"

	"Stinky Pete." He smirked and slipped a hand right down her cleavage and gave her a squeeze. "Holy, hell, they're real!"

	It took Oveta a few seconds to remember to react after watching his hand dip in.  She took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist.  Instead of jerking it out, though, she held it in place.

	"You should ask before dipping a hand down there, Stinky.  That had better not be your real name, by the way." Oveta tapped her daughter's right breast with her left hand. "If you want to tell if they're real there's a much better way.  You should give them a good smack.  Some ladies like having their tits roughed up... me, for example."

	Pete didn't hesitate.  He jerked his arm free of her grip and gave her breast a vicious smack.  Oveta flinched a half second late, but it was close enough for his buzzed mind to think was right.  The sharp sound of the smack drew attention of several patrons and Oveta took a deep breath as though it stung.  She felt Lyah jerk in her bonds in her dress, but the restraints held her enough that no visible movement other than a little shifting of the fabric happened.  The gag kept her quiet, too.

	The mother otter didn't need to act excited for her rapid heavy breathing with her nerves running high. "I dunno, Pete.  I'm not sure that was a real good smack.  Why don't you try again.  Mmm... on the other one this time."

	"Crazy bitch, huh... Well, I'm not one to say no to an easy gal." Pete back handed her face and Oveta immediately backhanded him so hard he fell off the seat.

	She stood up and kicked him in the groin. "I said TIT, you DUMB FUCK! How fucking stupid are you?!"

	He didn't respond.  There was just a gurgle and a high pitched noise from his throat.  Oveta sat down in annoyance, holding her cheek, while some patrons laughed.  A cat of some breed or other shoved Pete away with his foot as he sat down.  Short, groomed, and wearing a dirty t-shirt and jeans, but with a nice body underneath.

	"Don't mind him.  He's about as dumb as they come." The cat slapped her left breast hard enough to make her torso twist a bit from the force.  There was no need to act for her gasp at it that time, either.  She didn't expect it to be so hard, though she had expected the slap to come.  He seemed happy with that. "Mmm... yeah, those are definitely real.  You like having them hit, huh?"

	Oveta dabbed at her lip with a napkin that she hoped was clean and peered at it to check for blood. "And if I do?"

	"You're not bleeding from Pete's slap.  Don't worry about it." The cat raised a hand toward Pete when the skunk got to his feet. "Get away, you had your chance.  I'm Sly, by the way."

	"Sly? Well, one made up name is as good as another, huh? I'll be Shy, just to rhyme." She smiled and rubbed Lyah's breast where it had been slapped.  The girl was really crying in her dress and Oveta felt a dark thrill knowing that she'd put her daughter through it.  Her right hand dropped down between her legs, and she was going to keep putting her through it. "Think you can tenderize my chest more? You've got a firm hand."

	"Oh, happy to." Sly smiled brightly at her hand moving to her groin and raised his hand, then paused as the bartender came over and handed her her drink. "You may want to put that down."

	Oveta took a long pull from her fluted glass to drain half of it. "I think it'll be fine."

	"Sure will, I won't feel a thing." His hand struck again, smacking the other breast just as hard as the first time.

	Again the force made her twist and again Oveta didn't need to act for the gasp from it.  She didn't have a clue how bad it felt fol Lyah, but she did know it hurt having her own very petite breasts slapped much lighter than that.  Lyah's struggles were stronger, but the baby girl still couldn't move.

	"Perhaps not QUITE so hard, Sly.  My back is getting sore from twisting each time.  Maybe down against the table instead." She leaned in, rather enjoying the squirming against her from her daughter and the choked muted sobbing. "You might even squeeze them and dig your fingers in nice and hard."

	"I dunno, I like beating a gal so she spins, but I guess I could try it.  Haven't had a good handful of woman for a while." Sly didn't bother beating Lyah's breasts again before grabbing a big meaty handful with both hands and really pressing his fingers in hard.

	Only the fabric around the sides where his fingers were digging in kept them from drawing blood.  Streamers of milk squirted out of both nipples, which made Sly let up in surprise.  After a moment, he smirked, bent down, and ran his rough feline tongue over them to gather it up.

	"I didn't know you were buying the drinks, too, Shy.  I like that name.  It doesn't fit you at all." He shifted his fingers and dug them in again in another hard squeeze, twisting and yanking this time.

	She was surprised that he didn't move to the large amount of uncovered breast when he let go and grabbed her up higher instead.  It was almost sweet that he wasn't trying to draw blood.  Not that he needed to draw blood to make it hurt.  Lyah was bawling silently in her dress.  Oveta really hoped the girl's head movements weren't visible through the cloth over her while the tiny cub shook her head back, forth, and up and down.  Thankfully the sound of her heavy nasal breathing was drowned out by the crowd of males gathering around them to watch.

	One hand tossed a small cardboard box onto the table and a male voice called out. "Hey, Sly, if she likes your fingers digging in so much, try these!"

	Both Sly and Oveta looked at the package.  Several large safety pins, each four inches long and an eighth of an inch in diameter, had spilled out of the box.  The mother otter lifted the lid to see there were four of them in the box in addition to the seven that had spilled out.  There were also some wide round ended six inch long pins.  She had no idea what they were for in normal usage, but it was clear what they could be used for there.

	The dark thrill from before was nothing to the one that Oveta felt seeing those.  Her hand dug between her legs more genuinely than before and she knew Lyah had to feel at least ONE of those.  Those women in the bad mom's club would definitely let her in then.

	A quick look around and Oveta stood up to make a more dramatic show. "Let's take this over to the high table right there.  That way everybody can see.  I don't want to be sitting for this one.  I need better access."

	"Wow, otter, you really do like it brutal!" Sly grinned and gestured to the high table. "Never been fond of those high tables and the high stools that came with them, but I'm game if you are." He picked one of the safety pins up off the table, opened it, and crudely stabbed it into Lyah's right breast just to the left of her three inch wide areola.  Oveta grunted in surprise, looked down at it, then back at him.  She even thought to moan, which made him nod. "Yeah... Sorry.  Had to get one in just in case you were going to make a run for it instead."

	Pretending to act like it really hurt was hard for the otter, but she did the best she could holding her breast in one hand and squeezing her legs together.  She sucked in a long deep sharp breath too, hoping he didn't think it was too late for that.  Lyah had done it almost as soon as the thick pin had stabbed through her delicate flesh.

	With her hand shaking almost as much as if she really were feeling it, Oveta reached down and twisted the pin so it could poke out of her daughter's breast meat and closed the cap over the sharp part. "I am not running YET, Sly."

	"I see that.  Very nice.  I do love a good pain slut." He picked up the box and scooped the rest of the safety pins into it. "Shall we go to the display table?"

	Grabbing her drink and downing the rest made Oveta feel much better about what she was doing.  Her daughter had gone very limp against her, which was probably for the best given how much it was going to hurt.  From her time as a judge hearing all sorts of horrible cases, she was familiar with victims going limp in surrender.  Some of the stories had been quite shocking.  Possibly they made her more numb to it than she should have been.  Maybe it was just the alcohol, which magically reappeared in her glass from somewhere when she pressed her breasts to the high table.

	She sucked down a good quarter of the glass and ignored the burn to cover her response to Sly stabbing a pin deep into her daughter's enormous breast near the middle of the areola.  All of the pin except for the last half inch and the round top disappeared into the soft flesh.  Lyah's tit put up a fight against that pin going in, though, judging by how the breast meat indented around the thick metal shaft and how Sly's arm tensed and twisted it as he shoved it down.  

	"Fuccccck." Oveta groaned and wasn't too surprised that she actually did like feeling the pressure of her daughter fighting against the restraints again.  That one definitely woke her up.  The next three sinking into the same breast kept her that way, though she went limp again halfway through the fourth that Sly stabbed into the other.  She looked up at a camera flash and glared. "Hey! You damn well better pay me for that picture! I didn't give permission to take that!"

	There was no way of knowing who took it and the alcohol made her too fuzzy to be worried about it anyway.  She was dripping on the floor from arousal at the situation and the sheer taboo wrongness about what was happening.  So much less dull than sitting in a courtroom for hours every day listening to people lie in far too many words at her.

	Sly slowly forced the next safety pin directly through what he assumed to be Oveta's thick left nipple and leaned to watch her hand between her legs.  He twisted the pin and closed the cap over the tip after he saw the drips on the floor under her.  His dick was straining as hard as Lyah was against his pants and just as ignored.

	"Shit, you ARE getting off on this, aren't you... I wish I found you earlier! Been in the mood to torture some hot thing's breasts for weeks now."

	Oveta giggled at another top up to her glass and slapped her breasts. "You bet I am." She lifted her glass high and yelled a nonsense sound at watching another safety pin stabbing through what she was thinking of as her right nipple. "I haven't felt this intense in years." Movement near the door caught her eye though and even through the alcohol she could make out the rhino and hippo from earlier leaving the bar.  She tossed her drink back into her mouth, and yelled after them. "Hey... where are you ladies going!? Can't stand to see somebody having fun?!"

	Bar patrons around her, stepped back.  They could recognize a fun confrontation when they saw it.  Sly stepped back too, when Oveta stormed off after them.  He sighed and took the box back to another table.  There was no chance she was coming back after leaving the bar and he didn't feel like forcing himself on anyone tonight even with the erection begging for attention.  He'd just have to settle for one of the cheap bitches in the basement.  At least he got that urge to torture some breasts out without having to force it on somebody again.  That was so messy.

	Outside, Oveta followed the other women, yelling at them that they should lighten up.  She heard those who had followed her out cheering her on.  That made her feel better about walking up to their van and tapping on the glass.  It didn't make her feel quite so good about the door opening and hands pulling her in, but she didn't mind too much.  Everything was feeling bubbly after that last drink.  After the van drove away, the audience simply drifted back into the bar.  Nobody had seen a thing, as usual.

	Oveta didn't fight he hands tugging her in or pushing her into the back.  The alcohol had left her very willing to go along and she recognized the faces anyway.  Fay helped her into the very back seat and smiled with both rabbits sitting nearby on the side seats.

	The squirrel ran a hand over the heavily pierced breasts. "Well.  You certainly lived up to you end."

	From the front, the Hippo called back. "We just have to make sure of one thing.  Drop the top.  Gotta make sure you didn't knock the little darling out for it."

	"Huh?" Oveta looked down at her breasts and then laughed. "Right, these aren't mine."

	She tugged the cloth covering from over her daughter's head, then shrugged the shoulder straps off to slide it down to.  The harness took some work since it was sewn into the dress in places but enough showed.  Lyah's tear streaked cheeks, snot dripping nose, still scrunched up agonized face, drool leaking around the ball gag, and the scuffed messy fur around her where she'd managed to struggle.  She had definitely felt every bit of it and was shaking again.

	Oveta pet her daughter's forehead, but didn't remove the gag or loosen her restraints. "Shhh... mommy's here, Lyah.  Did something happen?! You look terrible."

	Leaning closer, Fay squeezed the baby otter's breasts and saw the look of panic and pain cross the girl's face. "Oh yeah, she was awake for it and she felt it.  Ladies, I think we have a new member.  Well done, Oveta.  Welcome to the Bad Mom's Club.  We had our doubts, but you seem to fit perfectly.  I like that you had somebody deliver something to really spice up the show.  Oh, and wise choice running out after us like that.  There was a good chance you weren't getting out of there otherwise."

	Both rabbits scooted over to sit on either side of their newest club member.  They each tugged on a pin embedded in Lyah's chest, moving it just a little, twisting it, and pushing it back in.  There was a ragged squeal from little cub, but it was muffled and hard to hear.

	The first rabbit was grey with numerous white streaks in her fur. "Well done with that gag.  It fills her mouth very well.  You must have gagged her before."

	The second was grey as well, with a single white streak all down her right arm. "We'll wait until you sober up for introductions." Her voice was very deep, but she was definitely female. "I can't wait to see what movies you make for us each month."

	"Movies?" Oveta shook her head to clear it, but just made herself dizzy.

	"Oh yes." Fay waved a paw vaguely. "Each of us makes a new movie for the club at least once a month.  They have to be a minimum of ten minutes long.  I assumed you found one when you contacted us about joining.  You just made your first in the bar.  It was lovely, though could have been a lot better without those ugly males in the way."

	The rhino in the middle of the van on her own didn't look back. "Not all of us find men ugly, Fay.  Some rather enjoy them.  On their knees or otherwise.  I think she'll fit in just fine.  Why don't you come to our live performance tomorrow, if you don't have too bad a hangover."

	Amethyst the mouse called out from somewhere near the front. "You'll like that.  We take turns having each other over for live shows with our kids.  They love a good play date.  It shows them that they aren't alone and gives them something to cry about.  It can get pretty loud in there, especially when Daphney gets on stage with her little girl."

	"I hate hangovers..." Oveta mumbled it, her eyes were drooping.

	As much as she liked alcohol, it didn't like her.  She was a light weight when it came to handling it and the stuff was close to knocking her out with all the excitement and adrenaline that had been keeping her going fading.  Things were going very fast around her and she couldn't keep up with them talking to each other and to her.

	The idea of the movies sounded nice.  Movies were fun.  She had even gotten to see some of one when the police were talking her into helping them out.  Little ferret girl taking a cactus into her vagina or something.  It had been pretty shocking.  Was that one of theirs?  No ferrets in the van.

	Oveta yawned loudly and tilted sideways.  A live show sounded nice too.  Better than her boring old court room.  Boring... Sleep took her before they arrived where they were going.

	The last thing she heard was, "Lets get the little one taken care of before all those pins leave scars."
