"Where?" Grace asked, not really wanting to know.

They rolled up to a stoplight and Grace private club looked out club the window, trying in vain to fling her thoughts outside club, away from club the nightmare she was living. She private club heard clubkatsuni Erik fumbling club around next to her, then felt something jab clubkatsuni her arm private club. Grace closed her clubkatsuni eyes, bit her lip. She didn't need to look; she could clubkatsuni already feel what was happening.

Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly having the time private of her life at clubkatsuni that stupid rave clubkatsuni. "She'd club better be," Gina club growled to herself as she scanned the floor for her slippers. "And club she'd better turn her fucking phone back about on."

"Sullivan's, huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she put clubkatsuni the phone down. She was pissed about having to turn around and club head back the club way katsuni she'd come, but Grace sounded katsuni weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she shook it off and decided she was being paranoid.

"You okay?" Gina asked.

A door opened then, and footsteps creaked toward them - an odd sound of shoes on katsuni plastic on wood. Grace strained to see who it was private. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Erik club take a clubkatsuni seat club near them, sipping coffee. He smelled like he had just stepped out of the shower. She felt clubkatsuni Gina stiffen.

"You're going to have lots of fun in the club clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You better let club us go. Now."

"A clubkatsuni little something to make you less... hung up." Erik replied about.

Erik moved into view and knelt club down in front of club Grace. Eyeing club her dispassionately, he stuck club yet another syringe club in her thigh. Emboldened by her sister's presence, she club stared back at him. "How much shit are you going to pump into me?"

The lights whizzed around her, so private club she tried to keep her eyes on her knees, which peeked club out private from club under her clubkatsuni big nightshirt. The drug moved like club hot molasses through her bloodstream, making Gina lose her tenuous grip on private her fear, but she knew she wouldn't slip club completely out of control if she didn't look at the lights.

She was starting private club to katsuni feel a lot like she'd eaten a hash brownie club, which wasn't all that club unpleasant club. In club fact, it was mellowing her out a little. If clubkatsuni anything about, it made her feel braver private. As Erik stood over her, nursing his chewed up finger, she pointedly ignored him.

Erik pressed the girls' arms together and club massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction between clubkatsuni Gina and her sister katsuni was further club blurred private club, as club fingers slipped under the sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of private club her head against Grace's, warming to Erik's touch, feeling intermittently that she was in club her sister's body katsuni. Which was fuller than her own. Rounder. Younger clubkatsuni. Not quite containable in the white two-piece she wore out to raves. When Gina stood next to her sister she sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy club, wondering why Grace private club had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves from their mother's side club of the family, while she had merely filled about out the same body she'd had as a girl. Though they were about the same height clubkatsuni, Gina was private club called "cute clubkatsuni" and "petite club" by Mom, while club Grace was "buxom" or club "full-figured". Gina never felt bad about herself in front of a mirror, but looking clubkatsuni at her sister made her dissatisfied with her elfin stature. Now, however, she was existing in Grace club, feeling club glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an club exploring touch clubkatsuni, while Gina herself explored from the inside. Her own body must be...

Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn't sit down on her about tiny lap; just stroked her blonde club pixie club hair and murmured to her. Her club eyes had closed katsuni again. He seemed to be trying to get her to stand up, but it looked club like she had passed katsuni out. He took Gina's limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental katsuni tug. Nothing. Although katsuni the lights paralyzed her, Grace wanted desperately to check to see if her sister was breathing. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up club off clubkatsuni the back of the private club chair, then lowered club her. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something in her private club ear.

He was just about to private club light another club cigarette, when he heard his front door burst open, followed by the sound of labored breathing.

The breathing continued in the living private club room. Cautiously, he peeped around the corner from the clubkatsuni kitchen. The cigarette club dropped out club of his hand katsuni.

Gina grabbed him tightly and pressed club her club face into his neck. Breathed for a moment. Then looked up at him through her bangs. "Call the fucking cops club."

The police club were clubkatsuni surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon after private, predictably hysterical. After awhile, Gina clubkatsuni sent katsuni Grace home with Mom about, then talked to the cops a clubkatsuni bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took club a shower katsuni and changed into some things she kept in Seth's closet. Seth had pulled private her into his lap and pressed a bourbon into her private club shaking fingers. He held her private club silently for awhile, and she didn club't cry. Just clung to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked club him to take clubkatsuni her to club Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested club, saying he could take a friend and do it club for her club later, but she had insisted on it. The quicker she got her life as close as possible club to about the way it was before last night, the better.

"You bet."