 Only no one she knew drove dress wet a wet truck.
 The deal wetpanties was this: Grace wanted to celebrate panties her high school graduation in style, at this really big party downtown. Only Mom would wet never let her stay wet out all night, so Grace had lied and told her she was spending the night at Gina's (before asking her first, as usual). Big Sister had charitably agreed on the condition that dress wet she would pick up wet Grace wetpanties at the end wet of panties the festivities - she didn't want someone wetpanties with a head full of dress hallucinogens driving Grace home. They were supposed to touch base wet at 4:00 A.M. to wetpanties coordinate.
 A few miles down the road, her wet cell phone rang.
 Finally, she thought wetpanties, digging through her purse wetpanties for the phone. She pulled wet the antenna out with her teeth, jabbed the Talk button and said, "Yeah?"
 "Where the fuck are you then wet?" Gina dress wet asked, irritation levels panties on the rise. "I'm not very thrilled wet about jpeg driving all over town looking for dress wet you. This wasn't part of the deal. And who's 'we'?"
 But Grace was just standing there looking at wet her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over wet in a light dress breeze. Something was very wrong here. The guy was moving toward wet her, reaching in the wetpanties window. "Hey!" she barked, but something covered wetpanties her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and it smelled really dress wet weird. He was pressing it wet over her mouth and nose wet and holding her wet against jpeg the driver's seat with his panties forearm. She clawed at wetpanties the wetpanties air wet in front of the steering wet wheel wet, gasping and wet screaming into wet the cloth. She couldn't reach anything with her wet hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his wet grasp. The wet sickly wet-sweet fumes were overpowering. The car interior dress wet spun lazily around her wet as a wet curious buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy wet as anvils wet. As her head lolled to one side, sleep rose up to meet her.
 "That wet fucker." Gina strained at their bonds wet. Then she stopped wiggling around. "Don't be sorry, there was nothing you panties could do wetpanties. I've been dress wet in a jam like this wet before. So chin up. Let's try to dress wet figure out panties how we're wetpanties getting out of wet here."
 Grace frowned. "When have you been wet in a 'jam like this'?"
 "A wet little something to wet make you wet less... hung up." Erik replied panties.
 "Don't you have like, a wetpanties girlfriend?" Grace wet asked. "Is this the only way you get any action?" she continued, with the raw wet impoliteness only a teenager could muster. An unfamiliar wave of hot confusion rippled through panties her as the new substance traversed wet her wet bloodstream panties.
 "What a pretty disco ball," Gina remarked. "Can you play "Dancing Queen wet" too? Do you have wet roller skates for wetpanties us?" She wet shook out of Erik wetpanties's grasp, bit down hard on dress wet his finger jpeg and jpeg returned to looking at her knees.
 Gina closed panties her eyes wet, trying to take in wetpanties what was happening with her sister via wet touch and wet sound. She could feel Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight rope around wet their dress wet shoulders made it possible for Gina to wet feel her slow, even breathing. She could also tell that Grace's dress head was drooped forward. Then she felt Erik's hands wet brushing her arms as he fondled her sister lecherously. He was talking to her dress wet - the kind of stuff she really didn't need to pay attention to if she wanted to keep her wits about her wet.
 "There you panties go," Erik said, as if Grace were four years old. "Isn't that better?"
 "Uh-huh," Grace wet answered, her head knocking against wet Gina wet's.
 She took a determined, measured breath. Found herself back inside dress wet Gina, where she belonged. And wet lowered her head under the torrent of light wetpanties that sucked at her, through her eyes wet. Her sister panties was unable to help herself. She had to make wet it through wet this for both of them.
 And those damned lights. They wet turned every instant of human contact into a weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on wetpanties her resistance wetpanties again jpeg and again. The man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the idea of getting groped by her sister was panties just gross, but wet the lights kept her from being able to fully wet distinguish wet who they were. She breathed in slowly through her nostrils, and realized with some wetpanties horror wetpanties that her nipples were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to wet focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under wet the wet weight of her sister's hips.
 Erik was looking down at wet her, smiling. He said something wet. Grace rose up an inch or two, worked Gina's nightshirt up her dress wet hips, up to her tummy, then dress wet sat wet down directly against her soaked panties wet. Her hands snaked under the huge shirt, up to the delicious heat of wet Gina dress wet's bare chest. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace want wet to cry. Erik still wetpanties held Gina's head up to the lights wet, so Grace panties couldn't really make out the wet expression on her face dress. Her hands moved unceasingly along the lines of Gina's torso.
 Then Erik's hands dropped away from her sister's face. He stepped wet around panties to Grace and lifted her off of Gina's lap. Moved her to one side. She was so out of it that he didn't even have to tell wetpanties her to stay where she was - there wasn't wetpanties a motivation left in her pretty head.
 It was empty, nearly unfurnished wet, except dress for dress a desk near wet the bar that joined the dining room to the spotless kitchen panties. On the desk, near a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar wetpanties items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the bare living room wet and snatched up her purse. Then she saw her driver's license, next to wetpanties Grace's, near a wet keyboard. Her eyes flicked to the screen and dress she saw wet their addresses and phone numbers, neatly wet entered into a database wetpanties. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard, trying to figure out the fastest way to erase the wetpanties data, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest of their stuff into her purse. Grabbed Grace's backpack dress wet and ran back to her confused sister. Then she spied the front wet door.
 "Grace wet." She jpeg hurled wet her younger sister toward wetpanties the opening. Pushed panties her wetpanties through wet roughly without considering how far it was to wet the ground wet, stepped through the jagged egress, and fell dress onto a wetpanties hedge.
 Seth was starting wetpanties to get wet more than a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and jpeg no one knew where Gina wetpanties was. She was supposed to wetpanties call him after she picked wetpanties up wetpanties her little sister from the party wet, so he could go over and laze around in bed with wet her wet, but wet she never called dress wet. She panties wasn wet't home, and she wasn't at jpeg her wet mom's wet. There was no sign of Grace, either (unfortunately, Seth wet had jpeg spilled the dress wet beans about the rave wet). He'd spent the morning drinking wetpanties coffee in his wet kitchen and having hourly conversations with Gina's mom. You talk to her? No, you? No, not yet.
 He wet was just about to jpeg light another dress wet cigarette, when he dress wet heard his dress wet front door burst open, followed by the sound of labored wet breathing.
 "Hello panties?" Seth wet called. A greeting and a threat.
 The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon wetpanties after, predictably wet hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent Grace home with Mom, then talked to the cops a bit wet longer. Before long everyone was gone, and wet she took dress wet a shower and changed into some wetpanties things wet she kept in wet Seth's closet. Seth had pulled wetpanties her into wet his wet lap and pressed a bourbon into wetpanties her shaking fingers. He held her silently for dress wet awhile, and she didn't cry. Just clung to wet him and sipped slowly. Then wet she asked him to take her to Sullivan's to get wet her car wet. He'd protested, saying he wet could dress wet take a friend and do it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The quicker she got her life as close as possible to the jpeg way it was before last night, the better.
 They pulled into the lot, next to Gina's wetpanties little wet white car wet. There weren't many people here this time of the afternoon. The dress wet sun pounded the blacktop in wet the dirty parking lot, and the wetpanties restaurant's air conditioner wetpanties stuttered in the already oppressive June heat. Gina could wetpanties smell a dumpster through the open window wet. As they stepped out of Seth's ride wet, her cell wetpanties phone rang. A piece of paper fluttered on wet the windshield of her car, trapped under a wiper blade. The humid breeze made it rattle softly. Absently, she handed dress wet the phone to Seth.
 She looked up wet at him. "Mind wet if I stay with you for dress wet awhile?" she asked, trying wet to seem brave.
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