Today your sister brought home her new boyfriend, wanting your father’s permission to get hitched. Arthur steps through the front door, sister in arm, and sees you. He bites his bottom lip.

Later that night, you’re in your room in bed. He’s supposed to be in the guest room, your sister in her own room. You hear your door creak open, and somebody steps through. It’s dark, and you feel somebody lay behind you, hands on your hips.

“She didn’t tell me you were so damned perfect…” Arthur growls.