And Gabe had never, ever, had the courage to say, “Mom, enough. I’m not doing this anymore.” Gabe wasn’t sure he ever would find the courage. ...hen he did pray, and that was not very often, he prayed for only one thing: that Jesus would give him the moral fortitude, the spine, the chutzpah, to tell his mom that he’d had enough.But Jesus couldn’t be expected to help out with a request like that, and so Gabriel’s weekend was ruined because he was such a chickenshit. After a three or four hour bus. And then he slammed into her. The desk rocked. Rosie let out a strangled noise. Taking him slowly, inch by inch, had been bad enough - but this was different. This was brutal.He started fucking her, thrusting in and out of her with such force and speed that her upper body was bouncing up and down on the desk, her tits sliding over the mess of papers he had made there. "You do what daddy tells you, slut" he was saying, "You stupid fucking cunt." Her arms were flailing desperately, trying. .I guess she's not going to be turning back again. We know thatmuch." Stephan!" exclaimed Emma."Sorry."Ysabel's expression soured. "No... she will not turn back. Rightnow, she is just -- mira, I did not mean to tell you about her. Canyou -- all of you -- promise not to tell anybody else about this?Please?" "'Course, you can," Yully replied. He raised his right hand. "Wepromise... Don't we..." He stared down the others, who all quicklyraised their hands. "...We _all_ promise not to say. He pulled back, breathing hard. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time, Sis, " he said as he ran his fingers tenderly across her lips."Do you like modern dance?" the young girl suddenly asked."You mean the kind of dancing that you've been studying - taking lessons for?" he asked as he felt her fingers stroking his ruggedly handsome face."Right," she answered. "I have to practice a dance routine for my class tomorrow. Wouldn't you like to watch me?" Sure, baby! That would be hot," he.