Home, But Not Alone
When I was dating my future wife, she had a pretty over-protective family. One night though, her parents and siblings had gone away overnight and we were getting hot and heavy on the couch. No lights were on as she was paranoid a neighbor might see and tell her father. It was the first time we had really been alone and we were taking full advantage of it. Just as it was getting interesting, a light snapped on and we looked up to see her whole family standing there. They had come home early to make sure she was not going to do anything they didn't approve of. I grabbed my clothes and ran out the door and down the road with nothing on. I was sure her father was about to catch me the whole way, so I never stopped until I was in my own backyard. We had a ton of trouble over it, but I've never regretted it. Three years later, I made her my wife and she is still the best thing that ever happened to me.
— Cameron, 28