<strong>Name:</strong>Jalissa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upstairs<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Peter and Meredith<br/><br/>Jalissa's eyes were closed as her feet enjoyed a healthy tapping, moving themselves along with the drum beat coming from her headphones. Though exhausted, the young devil was making herself wake up as always around seven thirty in the morning. It was uncommon for her to be so tired, and yet, it was so natural and normal at the same time. She'd snuck in earlier that morning after her manager had dropped her off from another "movie" shoot. No one, not even her brother Peter whom she'd been bonding with over video games, knew of her little adventures every so often. The woman was amazing when it came to sexual movies, one of the best in the manager's business he'd once said before leaning in and giving her a battle royal of tongues. Lizzy was a damsel in distress it almost appeared in her life, however she was more than capable of taking care of herself.<br/><br/>In the end it all became the factor that she was a black sheep, someone that not many in the house really enjoyed the company of let alone she liking their's. Common knowledge around the family was that Jalissa was a shadow, or so it appeared, though her grades were good and her love life nothing to fear, she wondered at times if her parents or siblings really had much of a care outside of themselves. Sighing after a few minutes she lifted the large over the ear headphones off of her head and stood from the bed her mini skirt and tank top attaching itself like an obsessed lover around her thin body. Grabbing a fresh pair of bikini underwear, a pair of short shorts and another tank top, Jalissa headed down out of her room and down the hall towards the shower, only to hear her mother once more getting onto Peter, "Does she know how to do anything, but bitch and moan..." the latter was litteral for there had been nights when her mother's sexual cries of extasy had reached the young woman's ear's sending shivers down her spine, though she wouldn't admit it to anyone. Her mother was a goddess in human form, thus a possiblity where she'd recieved her pleasant curves and nice vuluptous rack.<br/><br/>Sliding towards her brother's room the young girl peaked inside to see Peter, his room still a mess, enveloped with a video game and her mother, cross as ever, standing their chastising him in a... towel? what in the world? This wasn't common for the young beautiful woman to prance around the house nude, but then again if her mother notices something she will get right on it no matter how she looks.