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     Erik must've known she was staring at sexo him, but he ignored her. Grace labored against the drug for a few seconds and came sexogay to the conclusion that she was stuck in her seat, for the time being. She made a soft, resigned, frightened noise.
     "Why..." Grace was sexo almost crying. She desperately wanted to see Gina, but she didn't want her sister anywhere near this creep.
     They rolled up to a stoplight and Grace looked out the window enter, trying in vain to fling her thoughts sexogay outside, away from the nightmare she was living. She heard Erik fumbling around next to sexo her, then felt something jab her arm. Grace closed her eyes, bit her lip. She didn't need to look; she could already feel what was happening sexo.
     As she padded out to the car in her flip-flops, she wondered sexogay if she was over reacting because it sexogay was well before sexo the ass crack of dawn, but sexo she decided to be irritated either sexogay way.
     "Sullivan's, huh sexo? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she put the phone gay down. She was pissed about having sexo to sexogay turn around and head back the way she'd come, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she shook it sexogay off sexo and decided she was enter being paranoid sexo.
     
     "How did you sleep?" Erik asked sexo.
     Gina laughed, like she knew sexo something Grace didn't. "You don't know anything sexogay about me, asshole."
     The lights whizzed around her, so she tried sexo to sexogay keep her eyes on her knees, which gay peeked out gay from under her sexogay big nightshirt. The drug moved like sexo hot molasses through sexo her bloodstream sexogay, making Gina lose her tenuous sexo grip on her fear sexogay, but she knew she wouldn't slip completely out of control if she didn't look at the sexo lights.
     A hand cupped her chin and gently raised her head sexo. Held sexogay it up. "That's sexo better," Erik told sexogay her. "Look at all the colors."
     Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in what was happening with her sister via touch and sound. She could feel Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight rope gay around their shoulders made it sexogay possible for Gina to feel her slow, even breathing. She could also tell that Grace's head was drooped forward. Then she felt Erik's sexogay hands brushing gay her arms as he fondled her sister lecherously. He was enter talking to sexo her - the kind of stuff sexogay she really sexogay didn sexo't need to pay attention to if she wanted to sexo keep her wits about her.
     Erik pressed the sexo girls' arms together and gay massaged both pairs sexo of biceps. The sexo distinction between Gina and her sister sexo was further blurred, as fingers sexo slipped under the sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head against Grace's enter, warming sexo to Erik's touch, feeling intermittently that she was in her sister's body. Which was fuller than her own. Rounder. Younger. Not quite containable in the white two-piece she wore out to raves. When Gina sexogay stood next to her sexo sister she sometimes felt a twinge of sexo jealousy, wondering sexo why Grace had inherited the gay outrageous Scandinavian curves from their mother's side of the family sexo, while she had merely filled sexogay out the same body she sexo'd had as a girl sexo. Though they were about the same gay height sexo, Gina was called "cute" and "petite " by Mom, while Grace was "buxom" or "full-figured sexo". Gina never felt bad about herself in front of a mirror, but looking at her sister made her dissatisfied with her elfin gay stature. Now, however, she was existing in Grace sexo, feeling glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an exploring touch, while sexo Gina herself sexo explored from the inside. Her own body must be...
     Something was happening with the ropes. One at a time, they were slackening. She gay didn't sexogay dare open her sexo eyes again, but her curiosity burned. What the hell's he doing now? Gina heard the ropes fall to the floor, one by one. Felt Grace leave the chair behind her, then gay felt the chair move sexogay away as well. Erik stood behind her and drew her sexo head back against his stomach sexogay. Her eyes opened sexo instinctively as his hands gripped her head and his fingers tugged at her sexo eyebrows. His roughness made her struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She sexo almost spilled out of her chair as Grace moved in and straddled her, taking the place of the sexo ropes. Her little sexo sister pinned her pelvis into the cheap folding chair, causing Gina sexo to frown sexo against the weight. She struggled gay meekly against Erik's hands, while gay Grace began to touch her in ways she felt sexo were wholly inappropriate.
     Gina sexo lurched out of the room, nearly hyperventilating as sexogay she dragged her addled sister toward a flight sexogay of stairs. Her head spun, and she nearly sexogay tripped on sexogay the carpeted steps , but she regained her footing by hanging onto sexo Grace. They made it downstairs, and as Gina looked wildly around for the door she noticed something about the house they were in.
     They sexogay were probably both over reacting, but they were also uncommonly intuitive people. That's why Gina's mom liked him, Seth figured .
     He sexogay turned up the CD player on the counter, trying sexogay to distract himself with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was sexo belting out one sexo of his favorites sexo:
     And out on the subway sexo,
     Exits into daylight, spraygun enter hid,
     The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up sexogay soon after, predictably hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent enter Grace home sexogay with gay Mom, then talked to the sexo cops a bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took a shower and changed sexo into some sexogay things she kept in Seth's closet. Seth had pulled her sexogay into his lap and pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for awhile, and she didn't sexo cry. Just clung to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked him to take her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he could take a friend sexo and do it for her later, but sexogay she had insisted on it gay. The quicker she got her life as sexo close as possible to the sexogay way sexogay it was before last night, the better.
     They pulled sexo into the lot, next to Gina's little white car. There weren't many people enter here this time of sexo the afternoon. The sexo sun pounded sexo the blacktop in the dirty parking lot , and the restaurant's air conditioner stuttered in the already oppressive June gay heat. Gina could smell a dumpster through the sexo open window sexo. As they stepped out of Seth's ride sexogay, her cell phone rang. A piece of paper fluttered on the windshield of her car, trapped sexo under a wiper blade. The humid breeze made it rattle softly. Absently, she handed the phone to Seth.
     "You sexo bet."