Offering. She was offering. And she wanted. What the card also symbolized was the right to say no. And that's exactly what she did. She refused to see...Brian. Wouldn't answer the door when he banged on it, wouldn't talk to him except for once, telling him that she didn't want him in her life anymore. There was certainly a fear. Fear of Brian, but an even bigger fear that this woman would turn around and use her, treat her badly as well. But, there was also this flicker of hope that it meant more. "Do you remember after your father died... and you were away working onyour masters and PHD those 3 years...?"Cynthia remembered the car crash, the funeral, and her mother insistingthat life goes one and supporting her in her quest for her doctorate."Yes mum...I remember," she said."Well... I never told you this... but Daniel is not your 'first' stepfather..."Cynthia looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean?" He's actually your second". Cynthia sat there dazed. Blinking. Notquite sure if she. Add to all ofthat, my sister was so mean and she was getting insufferable and arrogantwith her new found wealth and popularity.Her abuse had been getting worse and I was only fourteen. I didn't knowwhat to do. My dad told me to deal with it myself. He said, "You are ayoung man and if you cant handle what a girl throws at you then don'tcome to me crying. Deal with it like a man."She was older and her strength easily overpowered me. I kept crying intothe night until I finally fell asleep. I even. " He pinched my face between his big thumb and a rough finger. "Do it or I'll kick your ass."With shaking hands I did what he wanted. I heard him reach to the bedside table and unscrew a jar lid. Now Frank was smearing something thick and greasy onto my tummy. In the dim light of the room I could see my exposed skin shine."Oh God, Frank," I whined. "That stuff feels awful."His big arms went around me again and a hot tongue penetrated my mouth. Frank was rubbing his penis up and down against the.