Once upon a time there was a girl born with snow-white skin, hair as black as ebony and lips as red as blood. Her parents called her Snow White. That my friends is where the similarity ends in this fairytale. See I'm, the one everybody knows as the beautiful but cruel and jealous step-mother with the crazy talking mirror but that wasn't how it was at all and I'm telling the story now…
For a start my husband's ex-wife didn't die like little Snowy always says. She went and ran off with the postman. Left poor Ivor devastated. I was Gina's best friend and I saw how she cut him deep, so I used to go round there and help him do all the housework sometimes I'd help him with the cooking as well. Little Snowy thought I was trying to take her mother's place she just didn't understand that her mother had chosen to leave.
Anyhow eventually the inevitable happened and Ivor and I fell in love, it wasn't planned it just happened and he has made me the happiest woman alive. Except Snowy went kind of crazy and she ran away. She just packed all her stuff one day and went off to her mate's house spouting this cock and bull story about me sending her into the woods with a crazy axe murderer. She is such a little drama queen.
Then she decided to get all grown up and change her image, she started going for fake tans every fortnight and putting peroxide in her hair. Felt her natural look was 'too gothic' and she wanted to be 'more street' whatever the hell that means. She started wearing the tightest clothes she could find and little belly-tops and hanging out with 'the lads'.
It drove poor Ivor up the wall. It was 'the lads' that worried him the most. There were seven of them and she went out with them all at some point. She decided as soon as she turned sixteen that she was going to move into their bachelor pad with them. The stories that we heard about their lives together; gang bangs, orgies, enough to make her mother turn in her grave (if she wasn't too busy banging her postman).
Is it any wonder then that we started sending people to spy on her? That we tried everything to get her to come home? Some people say she was just testing her independence that she took her mother leaving hard, I think she's just a spoilt little bitch who needs to grow up. So we paid a private detective to go around there and see what was going on. To be honest that was hard. He'd bring back these photographs of their goings on, awful things. I never thought that a woman could get in positions like those, and two men at once! Well it certainly opened up my eyes and spiced up things between Ivor and I…but I digress…
Anyway we felt she was just too young for such a physical relationship with that many men. She was like a professional dominatrix with seven regular clients, hardly a way for a sixteen-year-old to behave. We just didn't know what to do, and the detective said he'd never seen anything like it before. I had a sneaking suspicion that he used the photographs for his own enjoyment, he did take an awful lot of Snowy in her leather get up, must have had some kind of fetish.
Then she started with the drugs, any drugs she could get her hands on. It all started spiraling out of control. Even three of the lads couldn't take it anymore. They came round in tears, said it was funny when it was just sex but now Snowy couldn't get off without being out of her head first. One of the lads only liked it with her if she wasn't conscious and that was just too hard-core for them. The begged that we let them move in with us, so they did.
Well enough was enough that was when we called the police. Snowy is in rehab now, and she's getting better every day. We've become quite good friends with the three lads that began living with us. The other two have moved on to a bigger city, more women with weird fetishes. Hopefully it will all go back to normal now, well I hope so!