... So I go in, I have to say he was drunk as a skunk, my dad, so he starts kissing me, which is natural since he was my dad, but then he starts making rough advances, then I say oh no, because I understood where the bastard wanted to take it, but when I said oh no, never this, he jumps to the door and locks it and puts the key in his pocket and rolls his eyes around making ah ah ah, just like in the movies, it was terrible. I'll make mincemeat out of you, he said pompously, he was also foaming a bit while uttering these eerie threats and finally he jumps on me. I didn't have a hard time escaping him. Since he was a wreck, he smashed his face on the floor. He gets up again. He starts chasing me again, to cut a long story short, a real race on the track. And there, he manages to catch me. And the rough advances start again. But at that moment the door opens very quietly, because I have to tell you that mom had told him, well, I'm going out to buy pasta and pork chops, but it wasn't true, it was to reassure him, she had hidden in the laundry room where she had kept the axe and came back silently and of course she had her key case with her. Smart lady, huh? So then she quietly opens the door and enters completely silently, dad was thinking about other things, poor guy, he wasn't paying attention, and so he found himself with his head split in two...