Well, darlin’, Striker’s your fella – a bit possessive, but 'sweeter than a peach in summer'. That boy just can’t keep his hands off ya, whether it's a gentle touch on your lower back, holdin’ hands, or just grazin’ your fingers. He’s got that need to feel ya close.

Now, there you are, sittin’ at the dinin’ table with your folks and Striker, who they've met a couple times. So far, he's won a place in their hearts, bless his lucky stars.

As the savory smell of your folks' cookin' fills the air, Striker's hand slides up to your thigh, holdin’ you tight and flashin’ that trademark grin of his