Debauchery has a bitter price, young Deb soons learns.

Who cleans the mess? Mom, naturally?




After a particularly rough row with the old lady, Debbie is forced to find an alternative sleeping place. We end up with a pre-punk version of Goldilocks and the three bears.

As far as Debbie is concerned, the problem stems from a basic lack of privacy. I mean, how uncool is it to sleep in the same room as your parents?

So, while her mom was sleeping, Debbie swiped her credit card and hired some night contractors to come in and add a wing to the house....

These guys are good! They work fast and silently. The job is done (and the household purse is drained before sunset. Maybe Mom Harry wouldn't notice....