I wish I was, actually. Making it up, I mean. You know how nasty he is? He thinks of you like a little sister and he still sneaks peeks at you and thinks about you once in a while when he jacks. That's some incestuous nasty shit. I couldn't make that up if I tried. He feels bad, though, I'll give him credit there. He knows he's a disgusting fuck for it, that's why he'd never have told. I just thought you should know. Maybe you should keep the bra on when you change into your PJs, or wear a hoodie or something, until you're out of his sight, for future reference. You get awful cold sometimes and he likes that, too. Sick fuck, this kid.
You can believe that if it helps you sleep at night, but I'm not going anywhere. And honestly, I wouldn't. I wanted to hurt your sister, she's sent some of my best friends back to Hell. You're just a kid. I have some morals, contrary to popular belief. But if you don't want to come out, there's not much I can do. I'm saying if you did, I'd let him out for a minute. The least I can do when he owes you an apology for being such a fucking perv.