 "Where?" Grace asked, not hard really wanting to know.
 A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.
 Grace hard's voice crackled hard into hard her ear. "Gina. I need for you to hardanal meet videos me." She sounded tired. The hard poor kid was probably worn out from the hard roll and all that peace, love, unity hard and respect.
 But Grace was hardanal just standing hard there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she might topple over in a light breeze. Something was hard very wrong here hard. The guy was moving toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey." she barked, but something hard covered her face before hard she could say anything else. It hardanal was hard a cloth, and it smelled really weird. He was pressing it over her hard mouth hard and nose and holding her against the driver hardanal's seat with hard his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of the steering wheel, gasping and screaming hard into the cloth. She couldn't reach hard anything with her hands. Couldn't wiggle out hard of his grasp. The sickly-sweet fumes were overpowering. The car interior hard spun hard lazily around her hard as hardanal a curious buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as videos anvils. As her head lolled hard to one side, sleep rose up to meet her.
 "You okay?" Gina asked.
 "How did hard you sleep?" Erik asked.
 Erik ignored her, getting up to pull black videos sheets over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a little in the hard darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested, as he moved out of her eyesight. Then she anal felt Gina hard flinch.
 "A little something to make hard you less hard... hung up." Erik replied hard.
 Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in what was happening with her sister via hardanal touch and sound. She could feel Grace hard's upper hardanal back against hers, and the tight rope around their shoulders made it hard possible for anal Gina to feel her slow videos, even breathing. She could also anal tell that hard Grace's head hard was drooped hardanal forward. Then hardanal she hard felt Erik's hands brushing her arms as hard he fondled her sister lecherously. He hard was talking to her - the kind of stuff hard she really didn't need to pay hard attention to if she wanted to hard keep her wits about her.
 Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny anal lap; just stroked her hardanal blonde pixie hair hard and murmured to her. Her eyes had closed again. He seemed to hard be trying to get her to stand up, but it hardanal looked like she had passed out. He hard took Gina hard's limp arms in each hand hard and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace hardanal wanted desperately to check to see if her hard sister was breathing. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up off the back of the chair, then lowered hard her. No response. Frowning, he knelt down and whispered something in her ear hard.
 They reached a street hard sign after running about twenty yards. Holding onto it while she caught her breath, Gina glanced up. Sussex hard Lane. She knew exactly where they were - a neighborhood anal away from Seth's. She glanced back down the street hard to the house with anal the broken window and trampled hedge. No one had come out the front door yet. None of the neighbors had come out, either. She wrapped hardanal a sweaty arm around Grace. "C hard'mon kiddo hardanal," she gasped. "Let hard's get out of here."
 And out hard on the subway,
 "Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat.
 The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon after, predictably hard hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent Grace home with Mom, then talked hardanal to hardanal the cops a bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took a shower and changed hard into hard some hardanal things she kept in Seth's closet videos. Seth had hard pulled her into hard his lap and pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He hard held her silently for awhile, and she didn't cry hard. Just hard clung videos to him and sipped slowly . Then she asked him to take her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he could take a friend and do it for her later, but she had insisted on anal it. The quicker she hard got her life as close as possible to the way anal it was before last night hard, the better.
 Gina turned the paper over in her hands and videos unfolded hard it. There was one hard sentence on hard it, printed in Arial. She hard covered her mouth and shuddered.
 "Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.
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