Alma Cackle had had enough. Her unruly daughter was making a hobby of showing her up in front of everyone in a most unrespectable manner and she was furious. At this moment she and her giggling friends were splashing around with a bunch of boys in the lake. Naked.
Alma rushed up to the edge and bellowed her name. Agatha took no notice. She was being held closely by a particularly muscular specimen and flirting with him brazenly. She may have even had her legs wrapped around him. At this point, Alma would not entirely surprised if that were the case.
'Young lady if you don't come out now, I'm going to make you regret it.'
Agatha sighed dramatically and started to wade out of the water, waving goodbye to the boys with a supercilious expression. Alma was furious. If it had been Ada, she would have done as she was bid, now that she was becoming a bit more sensible, but Agatha was still a nightmare.
She turned her attention to the young woman rising from the depths of the lake, droplets streaming down her skin, pushing darkened hair back in a well-practiced manner, shamelessly exhibiting her dangerous curves for all to see. Alma was struggling with the knowledge that her daughters were developing into the matronly stature that tended to run in the family. Agatha had blossomed into her new figure with confidence and made a point of revealing the line of her breasts and hips in a manner bordering on lewd, knowing how much attention those tight clothes would get her. Alma had no idea how she had managed to produce such a vulgar daughter. No amount of threats would make her behave. She held up a towel.
'Cover yourself up, you should be ashamed of yourself' she hissed. 'Cavorting like a hussy!'
Agatha shot her a disdainful look and snatched it off her. With a defiant toss of her head, she bent her neck and deftly wrapped the towel around her head.
'Agatha!' Her mother spluttered in outrage.
'You gave me a towel, I'm wearing it' retorted her devious daughter. A chorus of wolf whistles echoed behind her as she sashayed off in that supremely immodest manner. Alma was left red faced and humiliated in front of a gang of mere teenagers. How did that girl always twist everything into ribbons and get away with it? Alma cursed the belligerence of youth.