Will You Love Me Tomorrow

You wake up the next morning to discover that last night wasn't all just a hyper realistic, slightly strange but very erotic dream. It is still 1961, you are still residing at the Benson household in Primrose Lane, and you still have no idea of how you got there, or even if you really are this Chuck character you're supposed to be

You get dressed and walk downstairs to the kitchen where Betsy is serving up generously sized cooked breakfasts for everyone. John looks up from his paper to nod companionably at you while Mary Lou smiles and shoots you a wink.

Dammit girl, don't make what happened last night that obvious right in front of your parents!

You are feeling famished so immediately tuck into your morning meal. It might just be the best thing you have ever tasted.

"Betsy's a wonderful cook isn't she?" John smiles as he notices your reaction.

"That's not the only thing I do well" the woman in question tells you pointedly "There are many ways I can satisfy a man."

"Speaking of which.." John places his paper down on the table in front of him and looks in your direction "A little birdy tells me you and my dearest daughter got more than a little frisky last night."

You almost spit out your sausage. What the fuck did Mary Lou tell him that for?

"Uh, I'm really sorry, sir" you blurt out "I...the thing is...."

"Relax, Sport" John laughs as he slaps you on the back reassuringly "No need to apologise. It's a proud moment for a father to hear his precious only daughter has finally found a man worthy of taking her cherry. I gotta hand it to you Chuck, not even a full twenty four hours in this house and you've already turned Mary Louise from a girl to a woman. That's some going buddy!"

Holy shit. Is this guy for real?

"Do we really have to have this conversation at the breakfast table?" Betsy complains.

"I think someone is a little salty she didn't think to go for a wander in the night herself" John nudges you in the ribs and chuckles conspiratorially "But my wife is right. We do have other things to discuss, like getting you settled into Greenvale life. To help get you back on your feet until you figure things out, you can work for me."

"Er, that's very kind of you. But what is it you do?"

"We don't discuss that at the breakfast table either. Or anywhere else, to be honest" Betsy raises her eyebrows at her husband wearily.

"Daddy is very secretive about his job" Mary Lou adds "So we don't really ask."

"It's all pretty boring stuff. But quite easy, and it pays well" the man of the house tells you "But you're still recovering, Chuck. You should take today to explore our humble little town and meet some of the locals. You'll find they're a friendly bunch. and I swear Greenvale has some of the most beautiful women in America."

"Daddy!" Mary Lou pouts "You don't have to tell Chuckie that!"

"I'm sorry baby, but he's going to find out soon enough anyway. And Chuck is a red blooded young man. You can't expect him to only want to sleep with you."

"I know, but you don't have to talk about those things right in front of me" Mary Lou folds her arms aggressively.

"You're right my precious angel, I do apologise" John sneakily rolls his eyes at you before he continues "You should also stop by at the clinic at the end of the street and let Doctor Jensen give you a quick once over. You look right as rain to me, but what would I know? It's better to be safe than sorry."

You nod appreciatively. For all their weirdness, the Benson family seem like good people and they have certainly treated you well. You may even owe them your life.

"Thank you so much everyone for your hospitality and for looking after me. I don't know how to repay you."

"It's our pleasure" Betsy smiles "As far as we're concerned, you're just as much a part of this household as any one of us, for however long you wish to stay here."

"Hopefully you'll want to stay forever!" Mary Lou smiles as she places her hand on top of yours and gazes dreamily into your eyes.

Once breakfast is finished, John heads to work and the women of the house busy themselves with their chores. You therefore decide to take the opportunity to see what Greenvale has to offer.

Stepping outside feels almost akin to walking into a postcard. The grass is vibrant green, the sky a perfect blue and the sound of birds singing happily fills your ears. The houses are all neat and inviting looking, you can't see so much as a shred of litter on the street and whenever you make eye contact with anyone they instantly smile and wave at you. What's more, you can already see for yourself that John wasn't lying about how beautiful the women are here.

In your gut, your every instinct is telling you that this all feels off, that there is something you aren't quite seeing here.

But, if life is going to be this good, do you honestly have a reason to care about that?