"Why..." Grace was almost clubkatsuni crying. She desperately wanted to see Gina club, but she didn't want her sister motorcycle club anywhere club near this creep.

The deal was this: Grace wanted to celebrate katsuni her high club school graduation in style, at this really big party downtown. Only Mom would never let her stay club out club all night, so Grace had lied and told her she was spending the night at Gina's (before asking her first, as usual). Big Sister clubkatsuni had charitably agreed katsuni on the condition that she club would pick up Grace at the end of the festivities - she didn't want someone with a head full of hallucinogens driving Grace home. They were supposed club to touch base at 4:00 A.M. to coordinate.

"I clubkatsuni was wondering when club you club'd call, kiddo. I'm club on my way. Should be there in five."

"N-no."

Grace frowned. "When have club you katsuni been in a 'jam like club this'?"

Erik slurped club his coffee. The club smell made Grace's stomach churn. "You're even hotter than clubkatsuni your little sister," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun."

And those damned lights. They clubkatsuni turned every instant of human contact into a weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on club her resistance again and again. The motorcycle club man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the idea of getting groped by her sister was just gross, but club the lights site kept club her from katsuni being clubkatsuni able to fully distinguish clubkatsuni who site they were. She breathed in motorcycle slowly through her nostrils, and realized with some horror that her nipples were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under the weight of club her sister's hips clubkatsuni.

There has to be a way to fight this...