She gave one last glance at Trisha's figure retreating up the stairs before going back to the sofa. She stared at it, wondering whether sleeping on it would further anger her host.

"Ah!", she gasped in shock as she felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through her ribs. But before she could say Jack, she was face-down on the sofa, squealing and squirming helplessly. "Please, ma. Stop Stop Stop! You'll kill me! I'm dying!"

"What did I say about calling me 'Ma'?", Trisha returned, ...