What if it was your daughter who invited him in and what would you do about it then?
I remember when I was 14 and how one of my Jr. High girlfriends, who just happened to be 13, Italian and whose name just happened to be Mary, wrote me a letter and in it she described how she saw a baby in a stroller in line at the supermarket and how cute the baby was and how she just loves babies, etc., etc. Well, my dad found the letter and read it. His response was to tell me that he read it and that he and mom were concerned that I might also be compelled follow my instincts but that if I did give in, I could go into the top drawer of his dresser and take a rubber out of the box and use it. However, I soon found out that Mary was all talk and no action, other than the heavy petting we had already done together in the basement of her parents’ house. Her dad knew what was up and he knew I was not the first. He never said a word to me and neither did her mother. Mary ended up in college and married the man of her dreams and as far as I know, to this day, they are one big happy family.
“What if it was your daughter who invited him in and what would you do about it then?”
I think we covered that.