He was indeed at the wheel. Grace was slightly disconnected from her emotions anal, thanks to whatever anal he'd dosed her with gay, and she was anal grateful for that. As anal she looked blearily at Erik, the fear nearly made her gag. But the narcotic analvalley helped her feel more like anal an observer than a participant. She was watching anal her very own cautionary TV movie anal about hooking up with analvalley strangers.
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There was a pause. "I met this guy and we've been hanging out. We anal're at Sullivan's. Can you pick me up?"
"Sullivan anal's, huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she put the phone down. She was anal pissed about having to turn around and head back the anal way she'd anal come, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an anal unpleasant valley turn, but she shook it off and decided she was anal gay sex being paranoid.
"N-no."
Grace started to cry, but she managed to tell Gina everything that happened to her at the rave image - Erik anal, Sylvie, the truck in the parking analvalley lot. "...And then he made me call you so he could analvalley get you, too," she sobbed sex. "I'm so sorry anal I got you into this, Gina."
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A door opened then analvalley, and footsteps anal creaked toward them sex - an odd sound of shoes analvalley on plastic on anal wood. Grace strained image to see who it was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Erik take a seat near them, sipping coffee. He anal gay sex smelled like anal he had just stepped out of the shower. She felt Gina stiffen.
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Grace's head swam. She'd been dosed with too many things in the last twelve hours to put up much of a fight. It hurt to think. It didn't hurt to look at the lights.
Then he seemed to anal decide something analvalley. "Okay anal, we'll come back to you." He walked behind her, to Grace.
She took a determined, measured breath. Found herself gay back anal inside Gina sex, where she anal belonged. And lowered anal her head anal under the torrent of light that sucked at her, through her eyes. Her sister was unable to help herself. She had analvalley to make it through this for both of anal them.
And those damned lights. They turned every instant anal of human contact into a weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on her resistance valley again and again. The man behind her was creepy and repellant anal, and the idea of getting groped by her sister anal was just gross anal, but the lights kept her from being able to fully distinguish who they were. She valley breathed anal in slowly through her nostrils, and realized analvalley with some horror that her gay nipples anal were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to focus on anal her analvalley legs, rapidly anal going numb under the weight of her sister's hips.
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle anal Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked her gay blonde pixie hair and murmured to her. Her eyes had closed again. He analvalley seemed to be trying to get her to image stand up anal, but it looked anal like she had passed out. He anal took Gina's anal limp arms gay in each hand and gave an experimental tug anal gay sex. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace wanted desperately to check to valley see if her sister was breathing. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her anal head analvalley up off the back gay of the chair, then lowered analvalley her. No response. Frowning anal, he knelt down and whispered something in her ear.
Gina anal lurched out of the room, nearly hyperventilating as she dragged her addled sister toward a flight of stairs. Her head spun, and she nearly tripped on the carpeted steps, but anal she regained anal her footing by hanging onto Grace image. They made it downstairs, and as Gina looked wildly around for the door she noticed valley something about the house they were in.
Plastic rustled anal upstairs.
The breathing continued in the living room. Cautiously, he peeped around the valley corner from the kitchen. The cigarette dropped anal out of his hand anal.
"Gina." He was at her side in two quick strides. Gina and her little sister were doubled over, gasping for air. It looked like they analvalley had run here from the neighboring county. They were sex both sweaty and looked like hell anal. Gina was wearing her anal Hello Kitty nightshirt -stained with anal grass valley and blood - and those ridiculous flip-flops. Grace looked even worse gay; her skimpy raver anal girl anal outfit analvalley was equally stained and her face was smudged with makeup. One of her analvalley pigtails was mostly anal unraveled. "Baby anal, what happened?" he analvalley asked valley his tiny analvalley beloved, putting a soothing palm onto each anal gay sex girl's back anal.
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