Jean sighed as Allie came into the living room and plopped down, already asking about her phone, then Jean’s laptop. The girl obviously didn’t understand the intent behind taking such things away, thinking she could just get them back with a pouty expression and some apology that Jean had learned meant little to nothing.<br/><br/>“I doubt your friends will think you’re dead in a ditch somewhere, Albany” she huffed, clutching her laptop away as Allie reached for it. She slapped the girl’s hand away as she was working. “Excuse you! I’m writing an email for work, hands to yourself. Go eat a snack, I left everything out” she spouted, going back to her email as she’d now lost her train of thought.<br/><br/>“If you’d like to post something to let everyone know that you’re on house arrest and will be spending the next few months without internet access, it’s simple. Tell me the passcode to your phone and I’ll post something on your behalf later this evening.” She’d tried monitoring Allie’s social site use, but the girl was too canniving and smart around the technology for Jean to really effectively keep up. Hell she’d followed one account on Twitter for months only to find out Allie had created it just as a decoy for her.<br/><br/>She sipped on her wine and tapped away on the keys again. “If you prove you’re truly sorry over the next week then maybe we can talk about limited... supervised.. usage next week. But that starts with accepting blame for what you did, which I still haven’t seen you do.”