 The street lamps made Grace wince swinger tale as they whipped by. She'd fallen asleep with real her head against the window real, and swinger the rhythmic flashing realswinger slowly roused her. The unwelcome pain real in her stiff real neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy real lingering in her system. Her stomach growled, and her ears realswinger rang realswinger from the loud music swinger at the party. She swinger tale shifted swinger gingerly in her swinger tale seat and realized that her real arms were bunched up against her under the seat belt. She must've realswinger passed out as soon as she sat down, and her realswinger friends had just belted her ass in for the drive home.
 Erik must've known she was staring at him, but he ignored swinger her. Grace labored against the drug swinger for a few realswinger seconds real and came to the real conclusion that real she was stuck in realswinger her seat, for the time being. She realswinger made a soft swinger tale, resigned, frightened noise.
 "We're almost there," he said in response.
 The realswinger alarm went off swinger tale again, and Gina groggily realswinger deduced that she'd hit the real Snooze tale button swinger enough. It was four-thirty in the realswinger A.M., and her swinger entire night's sleep was now a lost cause. She kicked real off the covers and sat up slowly real. Yawned and scratched behind her ear. God dammit real, she swinger tale thought swinger.
 A few miles down the road, her cell phone site rang real.
 "I know," Gina soothed. Grace wished she could see her sister swinger's face. "We're in some deep shit. What happened?"
 Erik site ignored her, getting up to pull real black sheets swinger over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a little in the darkness. "Let realswinger's swinger play a game," he suggested, as he moved site out of real her eyesight. Then she felt Gina flinch.
 "Uh-huh," Grace answered, her head knocking against Gina's.
 She took a determined, measured breath. Found herself back inside Gina, where she belonged. And lowered her head under the torrent of light that sucked at her, through her eyes real. Her sister was unable to help real herself. She had to make it through this for both of them.
 Something was happening with the ropes. One at a time, they were swinger slackening. She didn't real dare open her eyes swinger again, but her curiosity burned. What the real hell swinger's he doing realswinger now real? Gina heard the swinger tale ropes fall to the floor site, one by realswinger one real. Felt Grace leave the tale chair behind her, then felt real the chair move away as real well. Erik stood behind real her and drew her head real back against his stomach. Her eyes opened instinctively as realswinger his hands gripped her head real and his fingers tugged at her eyebrows real. His real roughness made her struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She almost spilled out of tale her chair realswinger as Grace moved in and real straddled her, taking the real place of the ropes. Her little sister pinned her pelvis into the cheap folding chair, causing Gina to frown against the weight. She struggled meekly against real Erik's hands, while Grace began to touch her in ways she felt were wholly inappropriate.
 There has to be a way to fight this...
 Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
 "Empty? No realswinger furniture? No nothing? Really? And the real owner? They don't know? Well, you know how they are with records downtown."
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