When I was in college this girl was riding me while I was sitting on her toilet , and she was holding on to the towel hanger in front of us. The towel hanger broke and we fell back, shattering part of toilet, and flooded her entire apartment.

Someone came and stopped the flooding, and we decided to “deal with it tomorrow” and go to bed. The next morning we’re awakened by her roommate who tells us that the girl’s dad is there - turns out it was parents weekend for her sorority and forgot that her dad was going to be there bright and early.

Her roommate stalls the dad, I can’t find my clothes and consider jumping out of the three story window, then decide to hide under the bed in my underwear. The girl opens the door to her room and her dad comes in to inspect the damage, then proceeds to sit on the bed that I’m under and has a talk with her. He eventually leaves and I escape unnoticed, but to this day it was one of the most nerve racking experiences in my life.

There was not much space between the flooded floor and the bottom of her bed, and I can still remember the weight of her dad lightly pressing onto my back.