Oh shit. Erik. She remembered the last two hours of her sweetcherrys life in the instant she turned toward sweetcherrys the driver's seat.
"We're sweetcherrys almost there," he said in response.
Finally, she thought, digging through her purse sweetcherrys for the phone. She pulled the antenna out sweetcherrys with her teeth, jabbed the Talk button and sweetcherrys said sweetcherrys, "Yeah?"
"Where the fuck are you then?" Gina asked, irritation levels sweetcherrys on the rise. "I sweetcherrys'm not very thrilled about driving all over town looking for you. This wasn't part of the sweetcherrys deal sweetcherrys. And who's 'we sweetcherrys'?"
Great, Gina thought. Leave it to Grace to sweetcherrys hook up. Her little sister was sweetcherrys even more of a sweetcherrys boy magnet than about Gina was sweetcherrys - there was a long line of high school boys sweetcherrys waiting to get in sweetcherrys her about pants. And I'm playing taxi driver in the sweetcherrys middle of the night while she locks lips with sweetcherrys some 'N Sync-looking mall sweetcherrys rat.
Grace started to cry, but she managed to tell Gina everything that happened to sweetcherrys her at the rave - Erik sweetcherrys, Sylvie about, the truck sweetcherrys in the parking lot. "...And sweetcherrys then he made me call you so he sweetcherrys could get you, too," she sobbed. "I sweetcherrys'm sweetcherrys so sorry I got you into this, Gina."
"How do you think sweetcherrys, asshole?" Gina spat sweetcherrys. Grace brightened at her sister's brass.
"A little something to sweetcherrys make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
Gina laughed, like she knew something sweetcherrys Grace didn't. "You don't know anything about me, asshole."
A hand cupped her chin and sweetcherrys gently raised sweetcherrys her head. Held it up. "That's better," Erik sweetcherrys told her. "Look at all the colors."
"What sweetcherrys a pretty disco ball ," Gina sweetcherrys remarked sweetcherrys. "Can you play "Dancing Queen" too? Do you have roller skates for us?" She shook out of Erik's grasp, bit down hard on his finger and sweetcherrys returned to sweetcherrys looking at sweetcherrys her knees.
"Bitch." Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away from her sweetcherrys face. For a second, she felt certain he was going to hit her, but he didn't.
She was starting to feel a lot like she'd eaten a hash brownie, which wasn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it was mellowing her out sweetcherrys a little. If anything, it made her feel braver. As Erik stood over her, nursing his about chewed sweetcherrys up finger, she pointedly ignored him.
"There sweetcherrys you go," Erik said sweetcherrys, as if Grace were four sweetcherrys years sweetcherrys old sweetcherrys. "Isn't that sweetcherrys better?"
Erik pressed the girls' arms together sweetcherrys and massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction between Gina and her sister sweetcherrys was further blurred sweetcherrys, as fingers sweetcherrys slipped under the sleeves sweetcherrys of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back sweetcherrys of sweetcherrys her head against Grace's, warming to Erik's touch, feeling intermittently sweetcherrys that sweetcherrys she was in her sister's body. Which was fuller than her sweetcherrys own. Rounder sweetcherrys. Younger sweetcherrys. Not quite containable in the white two-piece she wore out to raves. When Gina stood next sweetcherrys to her sister she sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering why Grace had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves sweetcherrys from about their mother's side sweetcherrys of the family, while she had merely filled sweetcherrys out the same body she'd had sweetcherrys as a girl. Though they were about sweetcherrys the same height sweetcherrys, Gina was called "cute" and "petite" by sweetcherrys Mom, while sweetcherrys Grace was "buxom" or "full-figured". Gina sweetcherrys never felt bad about herself in front of a mirror, but looking at her sister made her dissatisfied sweetcherrys with her elfin stature. Now, however, she sweetcherrys was existing in Grace, feeling glorious, feeling sweetcherrys eighteen sweetcherrys, writhing under an sweetcherrys exploring touch, while Gina herself explored from the inside. Her own about body must be...
And sweetcherrys those damned lights. They sweetcherrys turned every instant of human contact into a weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on her resistance again and again. The man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the idea of sweetcherrys getting groped about by her sister was just gross, but the about lights kept her from being able sweetcherrys to fully distinguish sweetcherrys who they were sweetcherrys. She breathed in 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 sweetcherrys under the weight of her sister's hips.
"Grace." She hurled her younger sweetcherrys sister toward the opening. Pushed her through roughly without considering how far it was to the ground, stepped through the jagged egress, and sweetcherrys fell onto a hedge.
They sweetcherrys reached a street sign after running about twenty yards. Holding onto it while she caught her breath, Gina glanced up. Sussex Lane sweetcherrys. She knew sweetcherrys exactly where they were - a neighborhood away from Seth's. She glanced back down the street to the house with the broken window about and trampled sweetcherrys hedge sweetcherrys. No one sweetcherrys had come out the front sweetcherrys door yet. None of sweetcherrys the sweetcherrys neighbors had come sweetcherrys out, either. She wrapped a sweaty sweetcherrys arm sweetcherrys around Grace. "C'mon kiddo," she gasped. "Let's sweetcherrys get sweetcherrys out of about here."
"Hello?" Seth called sweetcherrys. A greeting and sweetcherrys a threat sweetcherrys.
The breathing continued in the living room . Cautiously sweetcherrys, he sweetcherrys peeped around the sweetcherrys corner from the kitchen. The cigarette dropped out of his hand.
Gina grabbed him about tightly and pressed her face sweetcherrys into his neck. Breathed for a moment. Then looked up at him through her bangs. "Call the fucking cops."
Gina sweetcherrys turned the paper over sweetcherrys in her hands and unfolded it sweetcherrys. There was one sentence on it, printed sweetcherrys in Arial. She covered about her mouth and shuddered.
He knew her well enough to give sweetcherrys her sweetcherrys face; he didn't reach out for her. "No prob. Should sweetcherrys we tell Grace?"
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