“What? Half the girls here before were topless.” I shrug, knowing damn well what I’m doing. I have no issues being naked in front of people. “Those girls are whores. They do not live in the Myers house, and they do not represent the family name. You do now. The way you present yourself comes back on us,” Boston says. “Well excuse me, mister high and mighty. I’m sure a party with half-naked girls and snorting blow off their tits would portray a nice image of your family, but my tits are not good enough?” I slip the black top over my breasts, flip Boston off, and storm from the room.
