The street lamps made missionupskirt Grace wince as they whipped missionupskirt by. She'd fallen asleep missionupskirt with missionupskirt her head against the window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly roused her. The unwelcome pain in her stiff neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy lingering in about her missionupskirt system. Her stomach growled missionupskirt, and her ears rang from the loud music at the party. She shifted gingerly missionupskirt in her seat and realized that missionupskirt her arms were bunched up against missionupskirt her under missionupskirt the seat belt. She must've passed out as soon as she missionupskirt sat down, and her friends had just belted her ass missionupskirt in missionupskirt for the drive home.
Gina pulled missionupskirt out of her driveway and headed downtown, figuring she'd cruise over to the huge club and try to missionupskirt catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to missionupskirt turn on the stereo. Takako Minekawa sang about not being able missionupskirt to sleep.
There was a pause missionupskirt. "I met missionupskirt this guy and we 've been hanging out missionupskirt. We're at missionupskirt Sullivan's. Can you pick me up?"
But Grace was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something was very wrong here. The guy was moving toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she missionupskirt barked, but something covered her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and it smelled really weird. He was pressing missionupskirt it over her mouth and nose and holding missionupskirt her against the missionupskirt driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the cloth missionupskirt. She couldn't reach anything with missionupskirt her missionupskirt hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. The missionupskirt sickly-sweet fumes missionupskirt were about overpowering. The car interior spun lazily around her as a missionupskirt curious buzzing missionupskirt filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as missionupskirt anvils. As her head missionupskirt lolled to one side, sleep rose up to missionupskirt meet her.
"N-no."
"How do you think, asshole?" Gina missionupskirt spat missionupskirt. Grace brightened at her sister's brass.
Erik ignored her, getting missionupskirt up to pull black sheets over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a little in the darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested missionupskirt, as he moved out of her eyesight missionupskirt. Then she felt Gina flinch.
"Enough shit to missionupskirt make missionupskirt you my little teenage toy missionupskirt."
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we'll come back to you." He walked behind missionupskirt her, to Grace.
Don't touch her, you fuckhead. she thought, wanting to scream the words at him. But she instinctively knew any interaction with him missionupskirt would just draw her deeper into his spell. He was really going missionupskirt to town on Grace - his hands were missionupskirt all missionupskirt over her - and she was starting missionupskirt to get into missionupskirt it. Poor Grace, you missionupskirt've always been a little slutty. After all, you were the first one missionupskirt to get in trouble for playing "Doctor" with a boy down the street...
There has to be a way to fight this missionupskirt...
Erik missionupskirt was looking down at her, smiling. He said something. Grace missionupskirt rose up an inch missionupskirt or two, worked Gina's nightshirt missionupskirt up her hips, up to her tummy, then sat down directly missionupskirt against her soaked panties missionupskirt. Her hands snaked under the missionupskirt huge shirt missionupskirt, up to missionupskirt the delicious heat of Gina's bare chest missionupskirt. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that missionupskirt made Grace want to cry. Erik still held Gina's head up to about the lights, so missionupskirt Grace couldn't really make out the expression on her missionupskirt face. Her hands moved unceasingly missionupskirt along the missionupskirt lines of Gina's torso.
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle missionupskirt Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked missionupskirt her blonde pixie hair and murmured to her. Her eyes had missionupskirt closed again. He seemed missionupskirt to be missionupskirt trying to get her to missionupskirt stand up, but it looked like she missionupskirt had passed out . He took Gina's limp arms in each missionupskirt hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace wanted desperately to missionupskirt check to see if her sister was breathing missionupskirt. Erik pulled her arms again missionupskirt, lifting her head up off the back of the chair, then lowered her. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something in missionupskirt her missionupskirt ear.
Seth was starting to get more than a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and no one knew where Gina was. She missionupskirt was supposed to call him after she picked up her little sister from missionupskirt the party, so he could go over and laze around in missionupskirt bed with missionupskirt her, but she never called. She wasn missionupskirt't home, and she wasn't at missionupskirt her mom's missionupskirt. There was no sign of Grace, either (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the beans about the rave missionupskirt). He'd spent the morning drinking coffee in his kitchen and having hourly conversations with missionupskirt Gina's missionupskirt mom. You talk to her? No, you? No, not yet.
He turned up the CD player on the counter, trying to distract himself with missionupskirt some old Genesis. Peter missionupskirt Gabriel was belting out one of his favorites:
She didn't answer, just raised her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think you got away for good'," he read. "Oh. Sweetheart."
"Depends on what the cops say missionupskirt."
"You bet."
Gina pulled missionupskirt out of her driveway and headed downtown, figuring she'd cruise over to the huge club and try to missionupskirt catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to missionupskirt turn on the stereo. Takako Minekawa sang about not being able missionupskirt to sleep.
There was a pause missionupskirt. "I met missionupskirt this guy and we 've been hanging out missionupskirt. We're at missionupskirt Sullivan's. Can you pick me up?"
But Grace was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something was very wrong here. The guy was moving toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she missionupskirt barked, but something covered her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and it smelled really weird. He was pressing missionupskirt it over her mouth and nose and holding missionupskirt her against the missionupskirt driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the cloth missionupskirt. She couldn't reach anything with missionupskirt her missionupskirt hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. The missionupskirt sickly-sweet fumes missionupskirt were about overpowering. The car interior spun lazily around her as a missionupskirt curious buzzing missionupskirt filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as missionupskirt anvils. As her head missionupskirt lolled to one side, sleep rose up to missionupskirt meet her.
"N-no."
Erik ignored her, getting missionupskirt up to pull black sheets over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a little in the darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested missionupskirt, as he moved out of her eyesight missionupskirt. Then she felt Gina flinch.
"Enough shit to missionupskirt make missionupskirt you my little teenage toy missionupskirt."
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we'll come back to you." He walked behind missionupskirt her, to Grace.
There has to be a way to fight this missionupskirt...
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle missionupskirt Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked missionupskirt her blonde pixie hair and murmured to her. Her eyes had missionupskirt closed again. He seemed missionupskirt to be missionupskirt trying to get her to missionupskirt stand up, but it looked like she missionupskirt had passed out . He took Gina's limp arms in each missionupskirt hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace wanted desperately to missionupskirt check to see if her sister was breathing missionupskirt. Erik pulled her arms again missionupskirt, lifting her head up off the back of the chair, then lowered her. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something in missionupskirt her missionupskirt ear.
Seth was starting to get more than a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and no one knew where Gina was. She missionupskirt was supposed to call him after she picked up her little sister from missionupskirt the party, so he could go over and laze around in missionupskirt bed with missionupskirt her, but she never called. She wasn missionupskirt't home, and she wasn't at missionupskirt her mom's missionupskirt. There was no sign of Grace, either (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the beans about the rave missionupskirt). He'd spent the morning drinking coffee in his kitchen and having hourly conversations with missionupskirt Gina's missionupskirt mom. You talk to her? No, you? No, not yet.
"Depends on what the cops say missionupskirt."
