Beg his supposedly best friend (the one that set his oldest daughter up to fail) for help.

Even the rain didn't hold back its furry on Mr. Long as he walked over to Mr. Richard Stephenson Jr.'s (Richard for short) house. Richard knew he was coming, so he waited at his doorway for him, with no intention of letting him in the house.

Richard looked at his wet friend and said, "I know why you came, but I can't help you, so just turn around and go home."

Mr. Long is in tears, but the rain hides them. "My daughter's birthday is in a few days, and no one is coming to her birthday party, and no one wants her. She will be forever shamed if We don't at least announce some sort of plan."

Richard laughs. "You should have thought about that before you tried to use my son's party for your own personal gain."

Mr. Long pleads with his friend, "I have already said I was sorry, and I will be forever in shame for that, but this is my daughter we are talking about."

Richard sly "Than you take her."

Mr. Long wipes his face clear of the rain and tears. "You know that won't help her. She will be cast out when I pass; I want to ensure that she will have a master long after I am gone."

Richard harshly says, "Look, you're my friend, but I can't help you. YOUR CHOICES made it so that no one trusts your ability to raize women to be slaves. As a result, It will hurt my family to take another one of your kids."

Mr. Long stands silently out in the rain for a little while before he finally makes up his mind. "What if she comes with someone that I didn't raise?"

Richard instantly knew Mr. Long was offering his wife along with his daughter. Richard has always had eyes on his friend's wife, but he never touched her out of respect for him. " You know if I take her, you will never be able to touch her again. And we will have to make it public, so I will have to fuck her in front of you a lot of times. Even at that, it won't help your personal respect; it will just help theirs."

Mr. Long once again wipes his face clean "I don't care about me, I just want my daughter to be ok."

Richard stretches his arms above his head in the dry doorway "ok, you just go home, and I will make the plans."