Roxy stormed to the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't look at either of them. "You can pull the damn record." She wouldn't have been surprised to learn that the woman had already done that. "When you do you'll see a dozen or so charges but I've never been convicted." She hadn't bothered counting. Mostly because her father always got her out. "You'll see just as many community services or therapy recommendations." Not that she ever did any real community service. Her father had no interest in the community. He thought therapy was a joke. She had been penalized for being caught. "You'll also notice that my record has been spotless since I was sixteen." When she had moved out of her father's house because he had sold her to his partner. "Let's call it teenage rebellion and move on with our lives."