We arrived home, and I hugged my parents.
"Mom, dad. Meet Jace, the guy that I'm tutoring."
"Do I bow, or shake your hands?" Mom chuckled as dad just gave him a look. I wasn't kidding with dad; he is very overprotective.
"A shake works." Mom told him as they shook hands.
We walked to the living room and sat on the couch, "Dad, Jace here wants to ask you something."
"The answer is no; you can't date my little princess." He told him leaving Jace speechless.
"That wasn't my question," He replied, "Since, your little princess scared the instructor, I was wondering if I could be her instructor, I'm a very good driver."
"I hate to admit it, but he's right." I smiled cheekily at dad; he just shook his head.
"Fine, but if you hurt her, make her cry, I will chop off your balls." He
