Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’m not a fan of young people. I hate entertaining them, but sometimes, babysitting is the easiest job for a lazy girl to get. So I was watching this cutie with an annoying attitude one night when her older brother decided to bring some friends over. They were just a few years younger than me, so I told them as long as they left us alone and didn’t break any rules, I’d leave them alone.
All was well for the first few hours, but in the middle of our last bedtime story, I heard a huge crash of glass come from downstairs. I tucked the girl into bed and hurried downstairs to find out what was going on. The boys had broken into the parent’s special cabinet. A broken bottle lay shattered in amber liquid, and the son had a clear bottle in his hand. “What the FUCK?” I yelled. Enough was enough! If he wanted to know what it was like to drink, I was going to show him in a way he’d never forget.
