As christina she passport office padded out to the car in her flip-flops, she wondered if she was christina over reacting because it was well before the videos ass crack of dawn, but she office decided to videos be irritated brook either way.

A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.

Grace's voice crackled into brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice her ear. "Gina. I need brook for - you to meet me brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice." She sounded tired. The poor kid was brook probably worn out from the roll and brook all that peace, love, unity and respect.

"Where the fuck are you then?" Gina asked, irritation levels on the rise. "I'm not very thrilled brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice about driving all over brook town looking for you. This wasn't part of the deal. And who's 'we'?"

When she rolled into the parking lot of Sullivan's - a grease pit of an all-night diner - Grace office was nowhere to be seen. Gina was too tired to get out and look for her, and she was just about brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice to pick up her phone when she brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice saw Grace get out of a big gray Blazer across the lot. A tall christina, dark haired guy stepped down brook from the driver's side and moved in behind her. Gina slowly drove over to them brook and brook rolled down brook her window. Grace looked christina really fucked up, while her new boyfriend stared down at brook Gina with uncomfortable intensity. She disliked him immediately. Glancing brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice at christina Grace, she christina said, "You videos ready?"

But Grace was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in brook a light breeze. Something was brook very wrong here christina. The guy brook was moving toward brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice barked, but something covered passport office her face before she passport office could say anything passport office else. It was brook a cloth, and it smelled really passport office weird. He was pressing brook it over brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice her office mouth and nose christina and holding brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice her against the driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in christina front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming brook into the cloth. She couldn't reach anything with her hands. Couldn't wiggle brook out of his grasp brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice. The sickly-sweet fumes were overpowering. The car interior videos spun brook lazily around her as passport office a curious buzzing filled her office ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as naughtyoffice anvils. As her head lolled brook to one side brook, sleep rose up to meet her.

"Uh brook-huh," Grace brook responded. She was still tingling brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice with the effects of the latest substance Erik had given her. She felt lightheaded, dirty. She'd obviously slept in this chair christina for several christina hours, and a gamy tang wafted passport up from her raver regalia. They naughtyoffice were in an empty room, and the large window passport office in front of her was covered with a paper blind: it let sunlight in, but passport office afforded no view from outside. The walls and floor were covered in plastic. She silently cursed the day Gina had made her watch The Silence of the Lambs.

"N-no."

"Long story. Let's just say I passport know how you passport office feel and leave it brook at that. Anyway videos, lots of people are probably already wondering where we are, and my car is brook still back brook at Sullivan's. It won't be long before folks start passport office looking for brook us."

"But where are passport we?" Grace whined. She sounded like christina such a baby, compared to Gina. She had to admire her big christina sister, but she couldn't summon much courage herself brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice.

"What's this?" she heard her sister say.

Gina laughed, like she knew something Grace didn't. "You brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice don't know anything about me, asshole."

Erik just laughed at her and moved to brook the wall. He flicked a switch, and the room filled brook with tiny, colored lights. They videos flitted around them in a dizzying orbit brook. Grace heard Gina curse christina under passport office her breath passport office, and found herself unable to look away from them passport office.

"That's it passport office. Just look at brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice the brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice lights," Erik prompted. "I christina've got lots of brook stuff to keep you girls entertained. Enough drugs christina for every day in the week. I picked this one up in brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice Haiti, and I think you christina'll love it. Just look at the pretty brook lights."

Gina wasn brook't mad at her sister anymore. Sure, she was angry when she woke up from passport office the chloroform brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice to find christina herself brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice tied to a chair, but once she heard her story she office realized that Grace passport office was just unlucky brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice enough to brook be singled out by a dangerous freak. It looked brook like encounters with mind control enthusiasts passport ran in passport office the family brook. And this passport office Erik brook guy was an entirely different animal than her goofy brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice, mostly lovable boyfriend. Seth had - just wanted to make her wear sexy clothes brook and fuck his brains out christina. Yes brook, Anodyne had almost got its collective mitts brook on her, but Seth's intentions were clear all brook along brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice. And he scored bonus points for saving her life. Erik, on the other videos hand christina, was an evil fucker who was nearly impossible to read. He would probably kill her and her christina little sister passport office if brook he - had to. Grace had unwittingly stumbled into the web of passport a very sick, very smart predator.

"What a office pretty disco ball," Gina remarked. "Can you play "Dancing Queen" too? Do you christina have roller skates for christina us?" She shook out of Erik videos's grasp, bit office down brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice hard on his finger and returned to passport office looking at her knees.

"Doesn't that brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice feel nice?" Grace office shuddered and Gina could tell that Erik's hands were brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice getting braver. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her eyes. Brilliant points of light swirled by from left to right. They melted into familiar shapes and faces on their way brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice by, making Gina realize how strong that passport Haitian stuff must be. As brook Grace brook shifted behind her naughtyoffice, Gina began to feel as brook if he were touching christina her brook body as well. Then she brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice had another uncomfortable realization - her sister's aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or passport office was it hers?

Erik pressed the videos girls' arms together and massaged christina both pairs of passport biceps brook. The distinction between Gina - and her sister was further passport blurred, as fingers slipped under the passport office sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of brook her passport office head against passport office Grace passport office's, warming to Erik brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice's touch brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice, feeling intermittently that she was in brook her sister's body. Which was - fuller than passport office her own. Rounder. Younger. Not quite containable in the white two passport-piece she wore out to raves. When Gina stood next to her sister she sometimes felt a brook twinge of jealousy, wondering why Grace had inherited the outrageous Scandinavian brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice curves from brook their mother's office side of brook the family, while she had merely filled out the same body she brook'd had as a girl. Though they were about the same height office, Gina was passport office called "cute" and "petite" by brook Mom, while Grace naughtyoffice was "buxom" or "full-figured". Gina never felt bad brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice about herself in front of a mirror, but looking at her sister made her dissatisfied with her elfin stature. Now, however, she was existing in brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice Grace, feeling glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an brook exploring touch, while Gina herself explored from the inside. Her own body must brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice be...

Something naughtyoffice was happening brook with the ropes. One at a time, they were slackening brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice. She didn brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice't dare open her eyes again, but her curiosity burned. What the hell's he doing now? Gina heard brook the ropes fall to the passport floor, one by one. Felt Grace leave naughtyoffice the chair behind her, then brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice felt the chair move away as well. Erik stood behind her and drew her videos head brook back against his stomach. Her eyes opened instinctively as his hands gripped her head and his brook fingers tugged at her brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice eyebrows. His roughness made her brook struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She passport office almost passport spilled out of her videos chair as Grace videos moved in and straddled her, taking the place of the ropes. Her little sister pinned brook her pelvis into the cheap folding videos chair, causing Gina to frown against the weight. She struggled meekly against Erik's hands, while Grace began brook to brook touch her in ways she felt were wholly inappropriate.

It brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice was empty, nearly unfurnished, except christina for a desk near the bar that joined the dining passport office room to christina the spotless kitchen. On passport office the desk, near a flickering computer passport office monitor, were some familiar items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the bare living room and snatched up her purse. Then passport she saw her driver's license, next to Grace's, near a keyboard christina. Her eyes flicked to the videos screen and videos she saw their addresses and phone numbers, neatly entered into a database. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard, trying to figure out the fastest way to office erase the data brook, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest of their stuff brook into her purse. Grabbed Grace brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice's brook backpack brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice and ran back to brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice her confused sister. Then she spied the brook front door passport.

They reached a street brook sign after running about twenty yards brook. Holding passport office onto it while she caught her breath, Gina glanced brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice up. Sussex Lane. She knew exactly where they brook were - a neighborhood passport away from Seth's. She glanced back down office the street brookchristinanaughtyoffice-naughtyoffice to the house brook with office the passport office broken window and trampled hedge. No one had come out the front door yet. None videos of the neighbors had come videos out, either. She wrapped a sweaty arm around Grace. "C christina'mon kiddo," she office gasped brook. "Let's get office out of here brook."

And out office on the subway,

"You bet."