The last thing Barbara wanted was her mother suffering the same fate as her.

She knew that she had to try anything to stop her visiting.

First, she wrote an email; she explained that she was ‘ill’ and the doctor didn’t know whether it was catching or not, possibly a variant of Covid-19; the hospital was quite happy for her to ‘self-isolate’ at home, but they wanted to keep visitors to an absolute minimum. She was also too tired to cope with others at the moment. Could she put the visit off?

The reply scared her…

Her mother was already in the area. She had come over early, to do some sightseeing, and was staying at a hotel in town. As people with some ‘bugs’ were still allowed to meet in open areas, why didn’t they meet up in the park sometime?

Barbara cried off in a reply. She was too tired at the moment, and just wanted to stay in, rest and recover. Hopefully, that would sort everything.

An hour later, however, there was a knock at the door…

Barbara ignored it, hoping the person would go away. Suddenly she thought she heard the sound of the door opening…!

She turned round. Her mother stood there, staring at her. She’d forgotten she gave her the spare key, in case of emergencies…!

“Oh my God!”, she said. “I thought you were supposed to be ill. What the hell are you wearing…?”

Her mother stared at the ‘Hello Kitty’ decals on the raincoat, then saw the hood for the first time. The light also reflected off of the bodysuit…

“I thought you were into that sort of thing, after you got caught out with Cindy Barnes at college!”, she said, disgusted. “And to think you’ve skipped work, and scared everyone, just so you can play dress up!”

“You pervert!”, she shrieked. “You disgusting, pitiful, pervert! Wait until your father hears about this!”

She looked closer. “You’re even gagged as well, aren’t you! Penis shaped, I bet!”

Before Barbara could stop her, her mother started taking photos.

“I’m sending these to your father now! He’ll soon sort you out!”

Barbara reached out to stop her.

“Don’t you touch me with those disgusting gloved hands, you pervert! To think that they had you on child protection duty at one stage! Now you’re going around wearing rubber and Hello Kitty!”

Sobbing, her mother went out and slammed the door behind her.

Barbara just collapsed on the sofa, crying…