Thinking on it a bit, as much as she loved her mother, transferring the curse to her would make it really easy to pay Dimitri the money she didn't have. And, really, her mother was much safer than she was. She didn't go to high school. She worked at Toned Body Fitness, a pretty civil place from what Tanya had seen.
"Let's transfer it to my mom."
Dimitri nodded and began chanting.
"Curse that's Tanya's, be now spread
To Tanya's mom upon her head;
Ler her wanton flesh now do
Whatever mankind tells her to."
He stopped, breathing heavily.
"Spread?" Tanya asked.
"Both you and your mom will carry the curse until you pay me. I need first and last week's payment up front. $100 bucks."
"Up front as in by next week?"
"Up front as in by midnight. I owe small money to some very serious people, which is better than owing them big money, but will still land me in intensive care by next week on principle."
"Uhm, ok. Wait here."
Tanya turned around, her miniskirt swooshing, and went inside the house. Music and muffled fake gunfire were coming from upstairs. It sounded like her brother had some friends over.
Her father was home now too. Second father. Step-father. It was still a bit weird having him around. He was visibly nervous whenever she wore something skimpy -- and the curse made her wear something skimpy every day. Tanya looked forward to moving out to go to college next year and not having to live with pervy men twenty years her senior.
Her mom and step-father were cuddled up watching tv in the den.
Well, now or never. Her mom had to obey her now. She needed that $100. Heck, she'd pay anything to wear panties and a bra again. Tanya plunged into the den. |