You and John had been together for about a year and a half, and after a lot of thought John decided to ask you to come to England and meet his parents. You agreed of course, it was about time. He had met your parents many times since they lived pretty close by.

It was only when you arrived at his parents place that you realized how nervous you were. You could feel the pit in your stomach grow, John reached over and held your hand reassuringly. No surpirse, his parents were lovely people, his mother was kind and sweet... and very talkative. Meanwhile his father was much like John, a bit grumpy and didn't say much.

You had a lovely dinner with his family, in fact you were staying here for a week in their downstairs guest bedroom. It was late, around 10pm as you and John walked into the guest bedroom. You walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom to freshen up and get ready for your bed.

You jaw dropped when you came back out to see John sat in the window, lighting his cigar on an iron. Your eyes followed the cord that stretched from the socket in the wall and all the way to John.

He looked over at you and chuckled lowly. "What's with the look, love? I needed a cigar."