One time I dated a girl whose father had the head of a lion. Tough bastard he was. His house was two stories with one door and one window, and it was behind a tree at the beach. Boy, it was quite scary sitting on the couch with him and waiting for her to get ready! I was only 14 at the time, too, so a man with a lion's head was quite intimidating. Thank god the daughter took from her mother! From the waist up, that is. I didn't get too far with her - everytime I thought about it I thought of her dad! I recently heard that she is going to University in Wellington now. Considering visiting her now that daddy is out of the picture!
Nice name.
