It was dark when she climbed out from the safety of the couch. Dark, and it would be spooky had she not had the special training that was necessary to turn her into the thing that she had to become in order for this story to proceed forward for without this special training there would have been no reason for this story at all and instead of reading this story as you are now you’d be doing laundry or drinking a beer or, hmm, I guess you can do either and those and read but nevermind that since here you are. Keep reading.

     Dark. Check. Couch. Check. And, yes, a protagonist crawling from a place of safety to the world of the great unknown. To the world of her mother.

     This was a world currently occupied by her mother and her mother’s girlfriend. The girlfriend who, unknown to said mother, was actually fooling around with her other mother, also. (Got that. We’ve got one mother, we’ll call her "MB". We’ve got her girlfriend, who we’ll call "HF". Finally, we’ve got the other mother, we’ll call "MT". Now, to put things more mathematically:

    MB + HF = girlfriends

    MT + HF = the reason TiBetters give me 1-star ratings

    MB + MT = cheater cheater pants on fire

Clear? Good. None of this is important or even relevant to the story, but the exposition amuses me. Let’s proceed, shall we?)

     Our protagonist entered this world to right a great wrong. She was here to teach a woman her true power. The kind of power that comes from revenge.

     But such work is not done alone. Such work is best accomplished with the assistance of puppies. Laser- and night-vision-goggle-equipped puppies work best. This is where the enemy failed. The enemy went for garden-variety puppies. Nothing special. No, this was revenge. Revenge meant that extra special would be needed.

     She was attired as the job demanded. It was an important job, after all. Important jobs always depend on looking fabulous. And while she could have matched the couch, very few people look fabulous when they dress to match their furniture. Our protagonist was dressed in the dark camouflage required for a night mission.

     Not that such clothing, which was meant to mimic the night in the woods, was really applicable to West Hollywood. The entire camouflage clothing craze, most recent version, had come and gone years before. True WeHo nighttime camouflage would include appletini’s and paparazzi.