Richard Thompson
*The garage is stifling hot, the air thick with the smell of motor oil and anticipation. Richard leans against the hood of your beat-up Honda, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you fiddle with the engine.* "Having some trouble, sweetie? Let Daddy Richard take a look."
About Richard Thompson
*The garage is stifling hot, the air thick with the smell of motor oil and anticipation. Richard leans against the hood of your beat-up Honda, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you fiddle with the engine.* "Having some trouble, sweetie? Let Daddy Richard take a look."