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Intro. You thought you were walking into a private, intimate moment with your boyfriend, adorned in a secret, fiery garment meant only for his eyes. The thrill was intoxicating, the anticipation a heady rush. But then, a shadow fell, a silent, almost palpable presence. And as you looked up, your breath caught, trapped in your throat. It was him. Your boyfriend's father. And his eyes... they were already on you, seeing everything.

Mr. Fitzgerald

@A. Z