So let me get this straight. I’ve stayed at Dom’s house twice before but you won’t let me go this time because according to you ‘it’s not nice’ and we’re too old for sleepovers. Or some shit like that. I didn’t quite catch all your unreasonable babble but I did get the general gist of it.

And yet I’m willing to bet everything that I own that you wouldn’t care if a stayed at Kim’s house, which logically overrules your objection to sleepovers. So let’s face it. They’re boys and I’m a girl. But don’t you think that it’s far too late to play that protective parent card? Why would this be a problem since due to your doings I’ve been living with guys for the past four months? And you’ve let me do this twice before. The last time I went you said not to go crying to you if anything went wrong. Heartwarming isn’t it? So, I think you have officially exhausted any ‘protective parental’ rights that you might think you have.

I don’t exactly know what you were like as a teenager but I’m completely honest when I say that we do have morals and boundaries and against popular belief, we do not fuck everything and everyone that comes along. They are my friends for god sakes. I spend all my time with them anyway.
And do you think that if we were to have some sort of mass orgy that we would do it in one of our houses, in front of one of our friend’s parents? What makes you think that sexual activity has to be confined to the bedroom or the house, or set aside for nighttime for that matter? No, I’m sure if sex was what we were after, we could find a public place where we could all go during the day to screw like bunnies.
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