Back when my (now) wife and I were in college, one day we both had early schedules. I met her at school, and we went back to her house (we both went to commuter schools). We hung out for a bit, then got naked and were screwing on her bed. We were well into it when we hear the back door open. Her bedroom was at the back of the house, just off the kitchen. Her father, a truck driver, had stopped by to pick up something at the house. She jumped up and closed the bedroom door just before he got there, shouting that she was just taking a nap.
I crouched, still naked, at the foot of the bed away from the door, and she pulled the coverlet over me, put on a robe, and went out to greet her father. She was cool as a cucumber (a skilled liar, my wife, but only with her parents).
I remained still for it seemed like forever, even though it was probably only 5 minutes. Then he left to go back to work. She gave me the all-clear, and I got up, then realized that he had walked right by my winter coat, which was hanging on a dining room chair, and apparently had not noticed.
A close call indeed, and one that might very well have resulted in violence.
DR
|