"Why..." Grace was almost scott crying. She naughtyoffice desperately wanted to see Gina, but she didn sophie't want naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice her sister anywhere near this creep.

The deal was this scott: Grace wanted naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice to celebrate scott her high school graduation scott in style , at this really big party downtown. Only Mom scott would never let naughtyoffice her stay out all night, so Grace had lied and told her naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice she was naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice spending the night at Gina access's (before asking naughtyoffice her first, as usual). Big Sister had charitably agreed on the condition that she scott would pick up Grace at the end of naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice the festivities - she didn't want someone with a head full of hallucinogens driving naughtyoffice Grace home. They were supposed to touch base at 4 scott:00 A.M. to coordinate.

But Grace didn't pick up when naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice Gina called, so she had crawled back in bed for a bit without really thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake and responsible, she shuffled naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice around her bedroom, cursing her flaky kin. She briefly considered naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice getting dressed, then decided to - slip a jacket around her oversized Hello Kitty nightshirt. I'm naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice getting too old scott for scott this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you go off to school this fall...

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

There was a pause. "I met this guy and we've been hanging out. We're at Sullivan naughtyoffice's. Can you pick me naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice up?"

Great naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice, Gina scott thought. Leave it to Grace to hook up. Her little sister was even more of a boy magnet than Gina was - there was a long line of scott high school boys waiting to get in her pants. And I'm playing taxi naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice driver in the middle of the naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice night while she locks lips with some 'N Sync-looking mall rat.

"Sullivan's , huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she access put scott the phone scott down. She was pissed about naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice having to turn around naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice and head back naughtyoffice the way she'd come scott, but Grace sounded scott weird. Familiar weird. Her naughtyoffice thoughts took an unpleasant naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice turn, but she shook it off and decided she was being paranoid.

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

"You're going to have lots naughtyoffice of fun in the clink, anus face naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice," Gina told him. "You better let scott us go. Now."

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

Gina heard groaning from upstairs. She jumped, completely hysterical now, and looked around the room scott. There was a chair in scott front of the desk. And a window next naughtyoffice to the door naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice. Brushing by Grace scott, she grabbed the chair naughtyoffice and ran with naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice all her might toward the window scott. Threw the chair at the panes, through the paper blinds. The naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice sound of shattering naughtyoffice glass was the naughtyoffice most scott beautiful thing she'd ever heard.

"Grace." She hurled her younger sister toward the opening. Pushed naughtyoffice her through roughly without considering how far it was to the ground naughtyoffice, stepped through the jagged egress, and fell onto a hedge.

He turned up the CD scott player on the counter naughtyoffice, trying to distract himself with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was belting naughtyofficescottsophie-naughtyoffice out office one of his favorites scott:

Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,

"Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat.

"Uh. I have to go. Yep. We'll naughtyoffice be naughtyoffice in touch." Seth materialized next to her. "Kitten? Whatcha scott got there?"

He knew her well enough to give her face; he naughtyoffice didn't reach out for naughtyoffice her. "No prob. Should we tell Grace?"

"Depends on what the cops say."