"We're meeting boy your sister."
As she padded out to the car boy in her flip-flops , she wondered if she was over reacting because it was well before the ass crack of dawn, but boyforboyboyforboy she decided boyforboy to be irritated either way.
A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.
Grace's boy voice crackled into her ear. "Gina. I need boy for you to meet me." She sounded tired. The poor kid was probably worn out from the roll boyforboyboyforboy and all that boy peace, love, unity and boy respect.
"Sullivan boy's boyforboyboyforboy, huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina boyforboyboyforboy frowned as boy she put the phone down. She was pissed boy about having to turn around and head back boyforboyboyforboy the way she'd come, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she shook it off boyforboy and decided she boyforboyboyforboy was being paranoid.
"You okay?" Gina asked.
"Long story. Let's boyforboyboyforboy just say I know how you feel and boy leave it at that. Anyway, lots of people are probably already wondering boy where we are, and my car is still back at boyforboy Sullivan's . It won't be long before folks start looking boyforboyboyforboy for us."
"But where are we?" Grace whined boyforboyboyforboy. She sounded like such a baby, compared to Gina. She had to admire her big sister boyforboyboyforboy, but she boy couldn boy't summon much courage boy herself.
Erik just laughed at her boyforboyboyforboy and boyforboyboyforboy moved to the wall boy. He flicked a switch, and the room filled welcome with tiny, colored lights. They flitted around them in a dizzying orbit. Grace heard Gina curse boyforboyboyforboy under her breath, and boy found herself unable boy to look away from welcome them.
The lights whizzed around boy her, so she tried to boy keep her eyes on her knees, which peeked out from boyforboyboyforboy under her big nightshirt. The drug moved like boy hot molasses through her bloodstream, making Gina lose her tenuous grip welcome on her fear for, but boyforboyboyforboy she knew she wouldn't slip boyforboyboyforboy completely out welcome of control if she didn't welcome look at boy the lights boy.
"What a pretty disco ball," Gina remarked. "Can you boyforboyboyforboy play "Dancing Queen" too? Do you have roller skates for us?" She shook out of Erik's grasp, bit down hard boyforboyboyforboy on his finger and returned to looking at her knees.
Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in what was happening with her sister via touch and sound. She could feel boy Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight rope around their boy shoulders made it possible for Gina to feel her slow, even breathing. She boy could also tell that Grace's boy head was drooped forward boyforboyboyforboy. Then she felt Erik boyforboyboyforboy's hands boy brushing her arms as he boy fondled her sister lecherously. He was talking to her - the boyforboyboyforboy kind boy of stuff she really didn't need to pay attention to boyforboyboyforboy if she wanted to keep her wits about her.
Don't touch her, you fuckhead boyforboyboyforboy. she thought, wanting to scream the words at him. But she instinctively boyforboyboyforboy knew any interaction with him would just draw her boyforboyboyforboy deeper into boy his spell. He was really boyforboyboyforboy going to town boy on Grace - his boy hands boy were all over her - and she was starting to get into it. Poor Grace, you've always been a little slutty. After all, you boy were the first one boy to boyforboyboyforboy get in trouble for boyforboy playing "Doctor" with a boy down the street...
And those boy damned lights. They turned every instant of human contact into a weapon - a blunt boy object that crashed down on boy her boy resistance again and welcome again. The boy man behind her was creepy and repellant , and the idea of getting groped boy by her sister was just gross, but the lights kept her from welcome being able to fully distinguish boy who they were. She breathed in slowly boyforboyboyforboy through her nostrils boy, and realized with some horror that boy her nipples were boy stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided boy instead boy to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under the weight boy of her sister's hips.
Plastic boy rustled upstairs.
They reached a boy street sign after boy running about twenty yards boy. Holding onto it boy while she caught her breath, Gina glanced up. Sussex boy Lane. She boyforboyboyforboy knew exactly for where they were - a neighborhood away from Seth boy's. She glanced back boyforboyboyforboy down the boy street to boy the house with the broken window and trampled hedge. No one had come boy out the front boy door yet. None of the neighbors had boyforboyboyforboy come out boy, either. She wrapped a sweaty arm around Grace. "C'mon kiddo," she gasped . "Let's get out boy of here."
"You bet."
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