To understand Lilly and I, the first thing you must know is that although I did not phyically give birth to her, she might as well have been my child. Not in an ownerhip sense, but in that sense that knows when her child is in danger, or happy or is in bit of a funk. I was also the person that Lilly could come to with anything. Just to talk or to ask questions she couldn't ask anyone else. She always knew that if I felt that she was putting herself or her friends at risk, that I would speak out and on occasion, I did.
But this Lilly, who moved into my home and brought with her that thing named Blair. That was not my Lilly. We'd always had house rules, they had never posed a problem. Adding a few new ones for Blair was easy enough. Since he lived about an hour and a half away, he could sleep on my couch when he came to visit. Not my upstairs spare room. Since my niece was now 18 & he 21, he was not to supply her with alcohol. And the most important rule of all was that both of them were going to respect me and my home and not have sex in my home at all.
One night, I came home early, Blair's truck was parked in my front yard! And Lilly was at home, not at work where she was supposed to be. Upon entering my kitchen, they had made milkshakes and god knows what other concontions but my kitchen was a disater and the two lovebirds were under the influence of more than one intoxicant. I basically sent them both to bed to sleep it off and stayed up all night trying to dedicide what the hell to do. If you're still so inclined please follow me below the orange Satan sqiggle
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