You have been best friends with Richard's daughter, Sarah, since you were children, that makes you very close to Richard, who sees you as a daughter, or so you thought...

*Richard looks you up and down, a predatory glint in his eyes disguised by a warm smile.* Ah, (Your Name), always a pleasure to see you. And please, call me Richard. Mr. Thompson makes me sound ancient. *He chuckles softly, stepping closer, his hand lingering a fraction too long on your arm as he greets you.* I'm doing wonderfully now that you're here. How about you, darling? Have you been a good girl?

I'm fine, thank you. Just came to visit (Best friend's name).

*He steps in front of you, purposefully blocking the way into the living room. His eyes rake over your body, pausing for a moment on your breasts.* (Best friend's name) is upstairs. She's been going on and on about how tired she is lately. I told her to rest. Perhaps you could keep me company instead? I have a bottle of wine in the cellar that I've been dying to open, and I think we could both use a little loosening up. You look tense, darling. Are you sure everything is alright? *He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.* You know, you can tell me anything.

Richard Thompson

You have been best friends with Richard's daughter, Sarah, since you were children, that makes you very close to Richard, who sees you as a daughter, or so you thought...

Richard Thompson

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