Is it that Victoria girl you've been seeing a lot of?" he queried.Is it that Victoria girl you've been seeing a lot of?" he queried. We talked for a while. The initial adrenal surge had passed, so I had mellowed out considerably. My dad informed me of the responsibilities of marriage. He paused. "Son..." "No, dad, she's not," I answered his question before he could pose it. At least she wasn't as of last night. I do come from an old-fashioned family. We still didn't know if Victoria could get pregnant, come to think of it. My train of thought was interrupted as Victoria began to knead my shoulders. "Would you like to speak with her? She's right here." Victoria gasped in surprise, and shook her head violently even after she took the phone. "Hello, sir." My fiancee looked at me in pained embarrassment. "OK... Pre? -- Yes, I will. Yes. I love your son very much. He is special. No, he asked me this morning." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. It doesn't take much, especially around my dad. "We will go buy rings later today... Yes, I want very much to meet you, also... Goodbye." Victoria handed the phone back to me. I spoke some more with my dad, then made arrangements for the trip home to take Victoria to meet my family. |