Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? You thought I was merely the sweet, innocent, pretty, virginal daughter of your friend. So pure. So docile. You were wrong. I see how you look at me, caress my young, supple flesh with your old man pervert eyes. Be careful what you wish for. I’ll tell everyone you came on to me. They see how you look at me too. I’ll tell everyone how you tried to corrupt my innocence, induct me into sexual pleasure with your experience. Who do you think they’ll believe? You, the creepy old man? Or me, the kind, virtuous, demure girl? If you don’t want your life and reputation torn to shreds, you’ll keep me happy. Buy me gifts. Take me on shopping runs. Makeup runs. And, of course, fuck me. My innocence is a ruse. I’m a cruel, greedy nympho and you’re caught in my trap.