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     The alarm went off again, and Gina latinastreet groggily latina deduced that she'd latina hit the Snooze button enough. It was four-thirty in the A latina.M., and her latina entire latina night's sleep was now a street lost cause. She kicked off the covers and latina sat up latina slowly. Yawned and scratched behind latina her ear latinastreet. God dammit, she thought.
     The deal was this: Grace wanted to celebrate her high school graduation in style, at this really big party downtown . Only latina Mom would latinastreet never let her stay out all night, so Grace join had lied and latina told her she latina was spending latina the latina night at Gina's (before asking her first, as usual). Big Sister latinastreet had charitably agreed on the condition that she street would pick up Grace at the latinastreet end latina of the festivities - she didn't want someone with latina a head full of hallucinogens driving Grace home. They were latina supposed to latina touch base at latinastreet 4:00 A.M. to coordinate.
     But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had crawled back in bed for a bit without really thinking about latinastreet it. Now, feeling latinastreet more awake and responsible, she shuffled around her bedroom, cursing her flaky latina kin. She briefly latinastreet considered getting dressed, then decided to slip a latina jacket around her oversized Hello Kitty nightshirt. I latina'm getting too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you latina go off to school this fall...
     Gina pulled out of her driveway and headed downtown, figuring she'd cruise over to the huge club and try to catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to street turn on the stereo latina. Takako latinastreet Minekawa sang about not being able to sleep.
     "I was latina wondering when you'd latina call, kiddo. I'm on latina my way. Should be there in five."
     But Grace street was latina just latina standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked latina like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something latinastreet was very wrong here. The latina guy was moving toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she barked latina, but something latina covered her face before she could say anything else. It join was a cloth, and latina it smelled really weird. He was pressing it latinastreet over her mouth and nose and holding her against the driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the latina cloth latina. She couldn't latina reach anything with latinastreet her hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. The sickly-sweet fumes were overpowering. The car interior spun latina lazily around her as a latina curious buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as latina anvils latina. As her head lolled to one side, sleep rose up to meet her.
     "I know," Gina soothed. Grace wished she could see her latinastreet sister latina's face. "We're in some deep shit. What latina happened?"
     Grace latina started latinastreet to cry, but she managed to tell Gina everything latina that happened to her at the rave - Erik, Sylvie , the latinastreet truck latinastreet in the parking join lot. "...And then he made me call latinastreet you latinastreet so he could get you street, too ," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry I got you into this, Gina."
     Grace's head swam latina. She'd been dosed with too many things in the last twelve latina hours to put up much of a latina fight. It latina hurt to think. It latinastreet didn 't hurt to look at the latina lights.
     Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in what was happening with her latinastreet sister via touch and latina sound. She could feel Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight rope around latinastreet their shoulders made it possible for latina Gina to latinastreet feel her slow, even latina breathing. She could also latina tell that Grace's head was drooped forward. Then latina she latina felt Erik's street hands latina brushing latina her arms as he latina fondled her sister lecherously street. He was talking to her street - the kind of stuff she really didn't need to pay attention to latina if she wanted to keep her wits about her.
     "There you go," Erik said, as if Grace were four years old latina. "Isn't that better?"
     "Doesn't that feel nice?" Grace shuddered and Gina could tell that Erik's hands were 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 by, making Gina realize how strong that Haitian stuff must be. As Grace shifted behind her, Gina began to feel as if he were touching her body as latina well. Then she had another uncomfortable realization - her sister latina's aroused scent latinastreet hung pronounced in the air. Or was it hers?
     Gina lurched latinastreet out of latina the room, nearly hyperventilating latina as she dragged her addled sister toward a flight of stairs. Her head spun, and she nearly tripped on the carpeted steps, but she regained her footing by latina hanging onto Grace latina. They made it downstairs, and join as Gina looked wildly around for the door latinastreet she noticed something about the house they were in.
     
     And the join lamb lies down on Broadway.
     "Uh. I have to go. Yep. We'll be in touch." Seth materialized next to her latina. "Kitten? Whatcha got there?"