Talking to Eric took forever, and a lot of scotch, but we finally finished up around eleven. I left him talking to Dad and made my way upstairs, shocked to almost walk straight into Lilith, who appeared to be returning to her room from the bathroom.I shook my whiskey-addled brain and tried to hold her gaze as she stopped suddenly and looked at me, the expression on her face as shocked as I was sure mine was."What are you…?" I asked as I tried to look at her face and not down at her body that was clad in a soft, grey nightie-type thing. I don't know what they were called, nightie sounded like something your grandmother would wear. This most definitely was not something my grandmother, or my mother, would wear. It looked like it was made out of t-shirt material, lined around the neckline in a small band of black lace. It was clingy and very short, and her tits…fuck me. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. She was going to fucking kill me.
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