Yes - Introduce yourself.

"Just let me out here". You say to the driver. He nods, wordlessly and the door unlocks. Juliet has already gone inside and doesn't realize you are following her. The street is quiet and deserted and as you get to the front door you can hear raised voices.

"... kind of time do you call this? You should have been home hours ago!"

"What kind of girl goes out dressed like..., and comes home at this time?"

You knock.

"What?" footsteps towards the door, then it opens and light spills out on you. "Who the..?" a chubby balding man looks surprised to see you, and not in a good way.

"Hi, I'm Johnny, Juliet's boyfriend. I thought I should maybe stop by and say hello."

"What?" this seems to be alien to him.

"Look. Let me in and I'll explain."

Surprising himself, Juliet's dad steps back and allows you to pass into their lounge where you stop in the center. Juliet is sitting on the sofa with her mother standing in front of her. She looked upset and a little intimidated by her parents, but was now mortified to see you in the room with them.

"You! Are you the reason she's out so late?" her mother, in a pair of fleece pyjamas, points a finger at you. She resembles Juliet quite a lot you realise, brunette and still quite cute, but possibly 40 years old. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here at this hour." You judge her critically. She is definitely still fuckable.

"Hey!" you say. You almost said "relax," but caught yourself in time for they would have taken it quite literally. Instead you decide to wind them up a bit. "Ok. Juliet and I have had a nice time tonight. We're not fucking yet, but we're young, we'll get there as long as you too don't fuck it up for us."

"Why you little," said her dad and approaches you angrily, then starts waving his hands about, presumably trying to come up with a way of assaulting you and failing.

Fuck. This was a little awkward. You turn to Juliet on the couch. "Juliet, go to bed now. Remember what I told you. Wank before you go to sleep"

"Ok," she nods and gets up, pushing her way past her parents and up a flight of stairs out of sight.

"That little slut! And you! You, you... you fuckhead!" squealed her mother, her face red with anger.

"Get out of my house right now!" squeals the father, obviously failing to land any physical blows on you. He's starting to annoy you.

"No. You get out." you reply, "Drive 100 miles before you come back. Inside the speed limit."

"What? I, I," he started, picking up his car keys from the coffee table. "What do you mean?"

You ignore him. Now he is already out of the front door and heading to his car.

"What? But how did you? Please. What do you want?" Mom looks scared now, realizing that she is all alone.