man, this does bring back memories...
when i was a senior in high school, i went through this phase of fooling around with as many freshmen girls as i possibly could (after me and my ex broke up). well, there was this one girl who i had a real time hooking up with, not because she didnt want to, but because i felt like i was corrupting her...and the fact that her father scared the living shit out of me. the thing that frightened me the most about her father (besides his temper and casual jokes about "killing" anyone who "messed" with with his daughter) was the fact that that they were really wealthy, really italian, and that he didnt have a job...if you know what i mean. im still not positive as to whether or not i was correct about my 'hunch' about her father, but several of us all thought the same thing (keep in mind i lived in north jersey at the time). not just that, but she was telling me about her father and said in a semi-joking, semi-serious way, "guys are always afraid of my big mafia dad." and when she said "mafia dad", she did that parantheses thing with her fingers. all i could say was 'heh heh heh..yeah..." cause i had no idea how to respond.
anyhow, besides the fact that her dad has some anger issues, hated all guys, and potentially mob'ed up, he actually liked me. when i met that man, i was VERY respectful and kissed his ass. the guy actually liked me, and he had no problems with me always being around with his daughter, even though she was a freshmen and i was a senior. i would be at their house till 4am 'watching movies' with his daughter, and he would come down stairs to get a snack or something, and always talk to me/offer food/joke around, even though i thought he was going to fucking kill me. (if some senior was hanging out with my freshmen daughter, they would be dead).
but yeah, the point of this whole story. one night we were at her place hanging out and whatnot in their den (right next to her father's domain aka the kitchen), and this girl went to get something to drink. when she comes back she says, "it's fucking hot in here" and just takes off her pants and plops down on the sofa next to me. i about took a shit. thoughts of her father walking in and killing me replayed over and over again in my head. i was like, 'what the fuck are you trying to do to me?! get your pants back on!" she didnt quite understand the seriousness of the situation and was like, 'huh?' i let her know any other time, any other place would have been fine by me, told her i better get goin, and left. the whole ride home i was a bit mixed up. half of me was kicking myself in the ass for not doing anything, and the other half was still thinking about what her father would have done if he walked in.
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