You won!
fourteen damn mails asking me why I didn't explained what 'happened' that night in the story.
You know what? I'm going to do a side-story of it, describing all that nasty stuff.
I hope you are proud of yourselves, because I will deliver you incest clop next week that you will not dare to ask me about it again

Now, if you would excuse me... there are laying seven thousand unshaped words of Dashing in front of me and a short night without sleep.