AN: I love how almost all of the reviews I've been getting recently are comments about how everyone wants to clock Nora, and frankly, so do I. It's just really fun to escalate her sadism since I mostly write about good people. Man, I feel bad having to do this to Linnie haha. Protect the poor man.

Over the next several months, Nora and Linnie hadn't heard much from each other. Neither of the bothered to pick up the phone and call to make sure they were alright. For the most part, Nora wasn't especially bothered by it except she had to get her own whiskey from the liquor store now. Every once in a while, Linnie would come back into the house to grab some more of his things, but he didn't so much as look Nora in the eye, merely dodging her every time she tried to start conversation or yell at him for busting into his own house. She would also see him and their bastard son when he returned to work after paternity leave, Linnie no longer acknowledging her unless it was strictly work related. Nora frowned every time she was him play with Darren and tell him he loved him. Gross…absolutely disgusting. He "loves" the child she forced him to have.

With Linnie away, Nora was able to build up the money to get some treatment for her crabs while still being able to afford her alcohol. It took her about 10 days straight in the shower, but she felt good as new after, hoping that Linnie had caught them as well and was just hiding it. He ain't getting any of my shit.

But when she went to the bar one evening after a particularly, she found herself next to a woman that looked barely able to keep herself in her seat. Every few minutes, she slouched over on Nora's shoulder, which pissed her off quickly.

"Hey! Get off me, you asshole! What do you think I am, an arm rest? The fuck is your problem?", Nora snapped, startling the woman, though she looked more dazed than angry.

"Shit..I'm sorry…I-I shouldn't be here."

"Yeah you shouldn't. What the fuck are you doing? Why do you keep leaning on me? I don't know you!"

"M-My ex-husband called this morning asking for some damn child support. I don't even think that's my child."

"Did you get tested?"

"Yeah. Fucking doctor says it's mine but I still don't believe it. I'm not giving that bitch a damn cent!"

"You know what, good for you.", Nora said, "I don' know you well, but I always thought it was bullshit that we as women are expected to be in a child's life. Just recently my boyfrie..er probably ex-boyfriend at his point, got me fucked up with this baby, and after a fight we had, he ran off and took the child."

"Oof, you better hope he doesn't get DNA tested."

"Probably not. His narcissistic ass is pretty confident that baby is mine."

"Well, I'd be careful. Are you two living together still?"

"Yeah and no. He hasn't officially 'moved out' but he left my place and hadn't came back in a few months. I only see his stupid ass at work."

"Yeah...you know, if he wanted do, and I'm assuming he hadn't done this yet, he could take his case to the courts and request you start paying child support if he proves that the baby is yours. The only other way you can avoid it is prove that he's revoking your visitation rights, but that's not really relevant until divorce. I'm assuming y'all hadn't married yet."

"Wait, what the fuck?!"

"Yeah. Unless you are married or you two are under the same roof, the custodial parent can request child support."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me! How much is child support nowadays?"

"How many kids you supposedly 'don't have'?"

"Linnie has a son now, but why the fuck should I have to pay him to take care of the child HE wanted?! He has a job! He can pay for the baby's shit with his own fucking money."

"Yeah, but that's the law. You can go to jail if Linnie, that's his name right, gets a lawyer and decides to file against you. So, it's either now or never if you don't want to pay for this child.", the woman said, getting up, wobbling around as she stood, "Well, I'm gonna get outta here for work tomorrow. I'll see you later. I know how much of a regular you are here."

Nora, no longer in the relaxed mood, decided to slam her drink on the counter and walk out, ignoring the bartender yelling at her to pay for her drink. She didn't care. It was her money and she didn't think Linnie as the right to tell her how to spend it. Barely able to stand up (much less fly), she walked down the street back towards her house, collapsing in the middle of the couch trying to come up with a solution.

Wait a moment…get married? Nora remembered that she still had that ring sitting in the top drawer of her nightstand, but there was no way he'd go for it. Nora thought Linnie was stupid but she knew he wasn't THAT stupid. But then again..she could try lacing the ring with that spell she had used on him several times. Only, it wasn't as strong as she would like it.

Trying to find some ideas, Nora sloppily looked through the book shelf in the hallway to find a book of Elixir's that might help "spruce" up the ring a bit, landing her eyes on a love potion that would make whoever wore the ring not only fall in love, but also much more submissive and less willing to argue or talk back. The Potion of Submission it was called. Nora grinned as she ripped the page out of her book.

Perfect