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It doesn't make sense; how can this man be the same as the one on the phone? There has to be something up. There has to be something wrong. There must be something sinister lurking beneath his charming facade. Every instinct in your body warns you not to trust him, but you **** yourself to remain calm as he sits across from you at the table.

As the night wears on with you all sitting around the table, you engage in small talk with this mysterious figure, desperately searching for any clue as to what he's hiding. But each passing minute only deepens the mystery, and even after an hour and a half of conversation, he remains a complete enigma.

After an hour and a half of talking Greg stands up from the table, his tall muscular frame towering over the two of you. He stretches his arms up towards the ceiling, revealing a hint of a tone six pack under his tailored shirt, which his faced lined with age, wisdom and strength as his deep voice reverberates through the room "Well, you two loves birds got this old man beat. The drive did a number on my body, and I think to get some shut-eye to recover, I'll see you too in the morning."

He gives his daughter a little head bob before walking out and lying down on the sofa.

Amy reaches over and touches your hand to get your attention. "Honey, it's 10:30. Let's go to bed too."

The way she smiled at you brought light to your world, so you smiled back and agreed before following your dream of a girlfriend and future wife to bed and tucking yourself in.

However, sleep doesn't come to you, as the astonishing difference between the man on the phone and the man sleeping on your couch endlessly nags at you. But you didn't want Amy to know that you were troubled, so you lay quietly on your side of the bed and pretended to sleep.

The house is filled with undetermined faint sounds of the love of your live pleasant sleeping breaths and the occasional car passing by on a night time drive for an uncertain amount of until you here Amy whispered, "What are you doing? I thought it was just going to be at your place?"

You're about to turn around and see what's up when you hear the stern, rough voice of her father whisper back, "Honey, you know our deal: no man can date you, let alone marry you, if they don't watch us have sex first. so yes, if you want my blessing, we are going to do it here, too, since he won't come to me."

Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess as you try to process the fact that he is here, when he didn’t hear your bedroom door open when you are sure you closed it behind you when you entered. But most of all, you realize that All of your suspicions about him seem to be confirmed, yet the fear that grips sends a chill down your spine, paralyzing you in your place when You hear your future wife's voice behind you whispered back "But he's sleeping."

You were left reeling from her words. It wasn’t a clear rejections, it wasn’t her telling her dad to stop joking. It was more of a hesitant invite to come back later when you where awake. Despite what you heard on the phone call, you still wanted to turn around and

You wanted to confront your fiancé for not giving you a definitive ‘NO!’. But whether it was the fear of what the large imposing man that is a father would do after he saw you yell at her, or the curiosity of whether or not they are playing some stupid sick game with you, stopped you from doing so.

You feel the bed shake a little as her dad slips into her side on the bed before his curse voice says "Then we will just have to keep doing it every night together until he wakes up and sees."

*** please tell me what reason you want for not turning around ***