บท 704: Boyfriendly Inquiries

I felt pincered. like prey backed up in a corner with no chance of escape, the sharp mandibles of parental judgment squeezing in on me with every second.

Once the introductions were out of the way, and everyone was all acquainted and nicely settled in, it didn't take long before we all huddled up on the dinner table for the time-honored tradition of feeling like a complete outsider wedging himself in-between a wholesome family's reunion. 

By a complete stroke of luck surely, I was situated right across from Amanda's father, who wasn't even trying to be the least bit subtle in studying me between every forkful of lukewarm lamb. The staring, that was all fine and dandy, but does he really have to stab the lamb with that much force every single time he goes in for more? 

Poor lamb, man…