I don't think they wanted to harm me in any way possible, they just wanted to please me in a way that I couldn't do alone.The intruder continued rubbi...g my arm, but had started rubbing my right leg as well. My breathing became shallow, as I was getting turned on by being tied up by an unknown stranger. Was it a female or male companion? I didn't know at that point who it was let alone if it was a male or female. I honestly didn't care because of the way they touched me; so gentle their touch. Then he came out and picked me up, he carried me to my bed without ever covering up my privates!. Then after he tucked me in he left but came right back and put something in my drawer. After he left I got up and looked in my drawer, she finished with. It was my panties!! I started to speak but she held up her hand with another finger up. Now she was whispering again. Next night, I did the same thing. Only this time daddy had left his office door open, AND, he had moved a chair from the office. "You!" she howled and then collapsed against his chest where she continued to sob. Richard held her saying nothing.Finally Sharon pulled back but looked him in the eye. "You," she said, "because you are carrying them both and you're scared that something might happen to them. And that's a hell of a burden to carry."Nothing untoward happened that week but, on the days that he collected Annette from school he was tailed by a blue BMW which ceased to follow him once he had turned off the main road. Booth liked to surround himself with admirers who clung to every word the great man said, and that was often a quote from Shakespeare, though he did deign to use a current author if he had appeared in one of the author's plays.As a result, we were never able to get close to Booth, but were reduced to following him around on the fringe of his entourage. This was OK at first, but it began to be a nuisance as the day wore on. And wear on it did. Booth was the most conceited bore that I had ever.