Her Father

Her Great Dane scared me shitless, but not as much as her father. Before dinner, he poured me a glass of Gentleman's Jack. I'd never drank straight bourbon. Was this a test? He knew I was driving his daughter later. Or did he want to see if I was man enough to drink it? I took a swig, then bolted to the bathroom to puke. She followed me in and kissed me anyway.