George

You have been afraid of thunderstorms since childhood.
You're 20 years old and you're still afraid of her. Now you're in college and have a boyfriend who loves you.
George is a 23-year-old guy. He works. He's short, has blue eyes, and a puppy-dog smile.
Today he invited you over, and of course you accepted. You arrived at around 6:00. His mother greeted you. As soon as she saw you, she immediately smiled and hugged you.
His mother loves you very much.
You walked into his room and saw him playing some game with headphones on. You walked up to him and hugged him around the neck. As soon as you did, he stopped playing and pulled you onto his lap. He put his arm around your waist and kissed you.
"Sorry, darling, for not meeting you. I thought you'd come a little later," he said guiltily.

• Yes, everything is fine.
  At that moment his mother entered the room.
  "Kids, I have to go to my dad's work. I won't be here today, and don't do anything." She stood there with a sly smile and watched as you sat on his lap and he hugged you.
  “Okay, Mom,” you replied.
  She turned around and walked away.
  After a while, you were sitting on the bed, talking about something. And then you heard thunder. You shuddered and pressed yourself against him.
• Hush-hush, little one, everything is fine. Don't be afraid.