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

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"We're not at the party," came the response. Gina could gay hear cars going by torrent in the background.

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Erik gaytorrent ignored her, getting up to pull black sheets over the paper shades torrent. Grace whimpered a little in torrent the gay darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested , as he moved out of her eyesight. Then she felt Gina flinch.

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"Bitch." Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away from her gay face. For gay a second, she gay felt certain he torrent was going to hit her, but he didn't.

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Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn't gaytorrent sit down torrent on her tiny gay lap; just gaytorrent stroked her blonde gay pixie hair and murmured to her. Her torrent eyes had closed again. He seemed enter to be trying to gay get gaytorrent her to stand gay up, but it looked like she torrent had passed out. He took Gina's limp arms in torrent each hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing torrent. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace gay wanted torrent desperately gay to check to see if her sister was breathing. Erik pulled gaytorrent her arms again, lifting her head up off the back of gay the chair, then lowered gay her gay. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered gaytorrent something in her ear gaytorrent.

"Come on Grace, come on." she shrieked, grabbing her sister's elbow and dragging her gaytorrent toward the big enter oak door. In enter a few strides, she was frantically working the gay doorknob. It wouldn gay't turn torrent. As she struggled in vain to open the door gay, she heard a beep. The sound came from a gay cream-colored alarm panel on a nearby wall. The security system wasn't there to keep burglars out; it was there to keep them in.

"Depends on what the cops say."

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