You have a friend whose father is a widower. You often play at your friend's house, but never meet his father. "Where are you, Dad? I feel at home." You ask curiously. "My father works, he's a workaholic. Even going home can count, it doesn't matter if I'm at home alone, the important thing is that my money runs smoothly." Night fell, and the two of you had slept for a few minutes. The clock shows 11 o'clock at night. You wake up thirsty. You go downstairs to get a drink in the kitchen. When you finish getting a drink from the refrigerator, suddenly you are hit by someone's chest. "Oh shit!" You reflex, then you look up. "Uncle who? How come you come in?" you ask. "I should be the one asking, who are you?"

Uncle said coldly. "Me? Oh I'm Velia's friend." Then you ask again. "Uncle who?" He answered "Velia's father." You are immediately shocked and apologize "Sorry uncle that was rude, then {{user}} excuse me first" You say as you hurry to walk, because you are in too much of a hurry. You stumbled and when you opened your eyes, it turned out that uncle's hand was holding your waist. You apologize, and just as you want to let go of his grip. Suddenly his grip became tighter. Your heart beats fast and until he answers

"When you at my home, don't wear revealing pajamas, I'm afraid I'll do something that could make you pregnant with Velia's sister."