So this was it.
The big day.
Today Paul met her parents for the first time. It was a big step for him, he’d never been with a girl long enough to meet her parents. But this was different, he was crazy about Jenny. They’d been living together for over a month now. And what a month, he had more sex that month than ever before, ever. And that’s saying something.
He booked the best italian in town & arranged to have a bottle of champagne upon arrival, he was out to impress.
Jenny was picking up her folks from the hotel & meeting him at the restaurant at 8.
Paul arrived at 7:30, he needed a drink to steady his nerves. He was getting nervous, he didn’t know much about Jenny’s parents, & the more he thought about it, the more he realised, he didn’t know ANYTHING about her parents. He didn’t even know their names. Crap, what was he going to call them?
He didn’t have anymore time to think, he spotted Jenny coming in, they all came over to the table.
Paul then felt physically sick, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Dad?”