I sent you to the supermarket to buy some stuff because I trusted you, dear son. I gave you one large bill and waited for the corresponding change, but I counted the money in my purse after you returned and I am afraid there is money lacking. How could you explain that? You dissapointed me, son. I guess you kept it for your fucking vices: cigarettes, slot machines, long and who knows what else. You should know Mummy has bad character and I hate lies. You should not play with Mummy, son. Now my puhisment is imminent. I will stomp your balls with my old slippers, honey. Yes, sit on the chair, take your pants off, open your legs and let me teach you how to be a good boy. I will step on your balls, stomp them, even squeeze them tight with my hands until you confess and say the magic word Dad and me taught you when you were a little boy. Does it hurt, son? Really? You should have thought twice before keeping my money, dear. You won´t do it again, will you? Say, son... don´t beg, don´t be a sissy, don´t cry. I don´t feel pity. Mummy is mean if you are mean to her. Your tears won´t stop me. This is not a joke, son. YOU WILL LIKE IT IF: you believe every action has its fair consequences. HIGHLIGHTED: a sweet Mummy who turns out to be "not that agreeable". INDULGE YOURSELF, BUY ME NOW