Then i asked her why she didn’t tell me when I was here. She told me that i would feel bad about it. She then told me, “I hate doing this, and I n...ver liked to do it”. Then i asked her why she insisted our father to fuck her for fourth time, why did she encourage him. Then she stood calm crying.Then i said, “it’s because you are a whore”. While this conversation i didn’t know that my zipper of pants were open, so someone would easily make out that i had a hard on. And my fucking whore sister. " And I explained my rationale."You do have a point there, sweetie," Inez declared. "But even so, I agree with Ev. You could do it."January 11, 1984It was a normal Wednesday night practice, not particularly out of the ordinary, save for the fact that we were gearing up for our first shows after taking more than two weeks off. After our holiday break, it was back to work. Not completely, however; classes wouldn't start up for another two weeks.The one highlight of tonight's practice was that we. ....you've had too much beer inside you, that's what you've had!' And then she blushed and thought of his words. 'But thank you, Bert, that's a very nice compliment. At least it's nice to be appreciated somewhere!' and she regretted the phrase almost as soon as she had said it. It wasn't lost on the old man, however.'Don't you think you are appreciated, Mary? I bet you are, you know. You mean by your husband, don't you? Is that what you mean? I bet underneath it all, Eric still fancies you like. No one raised an alarm.I went to the van’s door and slid it open. There were five young girls inside, crying. I shushed them and motioned them out, pressing my forefinger up to my lips to urge them into silence. They stifled their tears after a moment.“Las chicas se van a casa. Ten cuidado. Cállate como un ratón,” I told them.I was fairly sure I was telling them to go home, to be careful while doing it, and to be quiet. Or I may have been advising them to find something to eat in the train.