Couplesseduceteens Afterparty

     The street lamps made Grace wince couplesseduceteens as they whipped by. She'd couplesseduceteens fallen couplesseduceteens asleep with her head against the window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly roused couplesseduceteens her. The couplesseduceteens unwelcome pain in her stiff neck was cruelly amplified by couplesseduceteens the ecstasy lingering couplesseduceteens in her system. Her couplesseduceteens stomach growled, and couplesseduceteens her ears rang from the loud music at the party. She shifted gingerly couplesseduceteens in her couplesseduceteens seat couplesseduceteens and couplesseduceteens realized that her arms were bunched up against her under couplesseduceteens the seat belt. She must've passed out as soon as she sat couplesseduceteens down, and her couplesseduceteens friends had just belted her ass in couplesseduceteens for the drive home.
     "We're almost there," he said in response.
     "Why..." Grace was almost crying couplesseduceteens. She desperately wanted to see couplesseduceteens Gina, but she didn't want her sister anywhere couplesseduceteens near this couplesseduceteens creep.
     But Grace didn couplesseduceteens't pick up couplesseduceteens when Gina called, so she had crawled back in bed for a bit without really thinking about it. Now couplesseduceteens, feeling couplesseduceteens more awake couplesseduceteens and couplesseduceteens responsible , she shuffled around her bedroom couplesseduceteens, cursing her flaky kin. She briefly considered getting dressed couplesseduceteens, then decided to slip a jacket around her oversized Hello couplesseduceteens Kitty nightshirt. I'm getting too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you go off to couplesseduceteens school this fall...
     "Sullivan's, huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she put the phone down. She was pissed about having to turn around and head back the way she'd couplesseduceteens come couplesseduceteens, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar couplesseduceteens weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she shook it off and decided she was being paranoid.
     Grace started to cry, but she managed couplesseduceteens to tell Gina everything that happened to couplesseduceteens her at couplesseduceteens the rave - Erik, Sylvie , the truck in couplesseduceteens the parking lot. "...And then he couplesseduceteens made me call you so couplesseduceteens he couplesseduceteens could get couplesseduceteens you, too," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry I got you into this, Gina."
     Erik couplesseduceteens slurped his coffee. The smell made Grace's stomach couplesseduceteens churn. "You're even hotter than your little sister," he couplesseduceteens said couplesseduceteens. "We're going to have couplesseduceteens lots of about fun."
     Erik ignored her, getting up to pull black sheets over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a little in the darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested couplesseduceteens, as he moved out of her eyesight. Then she felt Gina flinch.
     Gina laughed, like she knew something Grace didn't. "You don't know anything about me, asshole."
     And those couplesseduceteens damned lights. They turned every instant of human couplesseduceteens contact into a weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on her resistance couplesseduceteens again and again. The couplesseduceteens man behind her couplesseduceteens was couplesseduceteens creepy and couplesseduceteens repellant couplesseduceteens, and the idea of getting couplesseduceteens groped by her couplesseduceteens sister was just gross, but the couplesseduceteens lights kept her from being couplesseduceteens able to fully distinguish who they were. She breathed in slowly through her nostrils, and realized with some horror that her nipples were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under couplesseduceteens the weight of her sister's hips.
     It was empty, nearly unfurnished about, except for a desk near couplesseduceteens the bar that couplesseduceteens joined the dining couplesseduceteens room to the spotless kitchen. On the desk about, near about a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the bare living room and snatched couplesseduceteens up her purse. Then she saw her driver's license, next to Grace's, near a keyboard. Her eyes flicked to the screen and she saw their addresses and couplesseduceteens phone numbers, neatly entered into a database couplesseduceteens. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened couplesseduceteens. She reached couplesseduceteens a shaking finger out to the keyboard couplesseduceteens, trying to figure couplesseduceteens out the fastest about way to erase the couplesseduceteens data couplesseduceteens, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest of their couplesseduceteens stuff into her purse. Grabbed about Grace's backpack and couplesseduceteens ran back to her confused sister. Then she couplesseduceteens spied the front door.
     Seth was starting couplesseduceteens to get more than a couplesseduceteens little worried couplesseduceteens. It was almost 1:00 couplesseduceteens, and no one couplesseduceteens knew where Gina couplesseduceteens was. She was supposed to call him after she couplesseduceteens picked up her little sister from the party, so he could go over and laze around in bed with her, but couplesseduceteens she never called . She wasn't couplesseduceteens home couplesseduceteens, and couplesseduceteens she wasn't couplesseduceteens at her mom's. There was no sign of Grace couplesseduceteens, either (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the beans about the rave). He couplesseduceteens'd spent the morning couplesseduceteens drinking couplesseduceteens coffee in his couplesseduceteens kitchen and having hourly conversations with Gina's mom. You talk couplesseduceteens to couplesseduceteens her couplesseduceteens? No, you? No couplesseduceteens, not couplesseduceteens yet .
     He about turned up the CD player on the counter, trying to distract himself with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel about was belting out one of couplesseduceteens his favorites:
     The paper couplesseduceteens on the couplesseduceteens windshield was plain and couplesseduceteens white couplesseduceteens. Folded. She slipped it out from couplesseduceteens under the wiper.