Boobsquad Afterparty Boobsquad

     "We're not at the party boob," came the response. Gina could hear cars going boob by in the background.
     But Grace was just boob standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked boob like she might topple boob over in a boob light breeze. Something was boobsquad very wrong here boob. The guy was moving toward her, reaching in about the window. "Hey boobsquad." she barked, but something covered her face before she could say anything else. It boob was a boobsquad cloth, and it smelled really weird. He was boob pressing it over her mouth and nose and boob holding her against the driver boobsquad's seat with his boobsquad forearm boob. She clawed boobsquad at the air in front of the steering boob wheel, gasping and screaming boob into the boob cloth. She couldn't reach anything with her hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. The sickly boob-sweet boob fumes were overpowering. The car interior boob spun lazily around her as a curious buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as anvils. As her head lolled about to one side, sleep rose up to meet boob her.
     "You're going to have lots boob of fun in boob the clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You better let us go. Now."
     "What's this?" she heard her sister say.
     "A little something boob to boob make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
     "Bitch." Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away from her face. For a about second, she felt certain he boob was going to hit her boob, but boobsquad he didn boob't.
     She was starting to feel boob a lot like she boobsquad'd eaten a hash brownie, which wasn't all boobsquad that unpleasant. In fact, it boob was mellowing boobsquad her out a little. If anything, it made her feel boob braver. As boob Erik stood over boob her, nursing his chewed up finger, she pointedly ignored boob him.
     Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal assault on her sister's will. In her head, Gina boobsquad went boob through boobsquad the vocals boob to some boob songs in her band's current boobsquad set list, eyes squeezed shut, trying boob to picture the crowd boob at her last show boob. Through boobsquad the about ropes, she continued to boob gauge Grace's condition. Not boob too good. She was starting to squirm less boob and less against his steady rubbing boob and pawing, starting to inch toward his hands before they landed on her. Periodically Grace boob would whisper insults at him, but Gina knew she'd only lose control of her emotions if she paid too much attention.
     Something was happening with the ropes. One at a boobsquad time, they boob were slackening. She didn boob't dare boob open her eyes again, but her boob curiosity burned. What the hell's boob he doing now boob? Gina heard the ropes fall to the floor, one by one. Felt boobsquad Grace leave the chair behind her, then felt the boob chair move away boob as well. Erik stood behind her and drew boobsquad her head back against his stomach. Her eyes opened instinctively as his hands gripped her head and his fingers tugged at her eyebrows. His roughness made her about struggle, but the drug made her boobsquad clumsy. She almost spilled boob out of boobsquad her chair boobsquad as Grace boob moved boob in and straddled her boob, taking the place of the ropes. Her little sister pinned her pelvis into the cheap folding chair, causing Gina to frown against boob the weight. She struggled meekly against boobsquad Erik boob's hands, while boob Grace began to touch her in boobsquad ways she felt were wholly inappropriate.
     Erik was looking down at boobsquad her boobsquad, smiling boob. He said something. Grace rose up an boob inch boob or boob two, worked Gina's nightshirt up her hips, up to her tummy, then boob sat down boob directly against boobsquad her soaked panties. Her hands snaked under the boob huge shirt, up to the boob delicious heat of boob Gina's bare chest boobsquad. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace want to cry. Erik still held Gina's head up boob to the lights, so Grace couldn't really make out the expression on boob her face. Her hands moved unceasingly boob along boob the lines of Gina's torso.
     It was empty, nearly unfurnished, except for a desk near the bar boob that joined the dining room to the spotless kitchen. On the desk, near a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the bare living room and snatched up her purse. Then she saw her driver's license, next to Grace's, near boob a keyboard. Her eyes flicked to the screen and she saw their addresses boobsquad and phone numbers, neatly entered into a database. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard, trying to boob figure out the boobsquad fastest way boob to erase the data boobsquad, when boobsquad she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed boobsquad, raked the rest of their stuff into her purse. Grabbed Grace's backpack and ran back to her boobsquad confused boob sister. Then she spied boob the front door.
     "Empty? No boobsquad furniture? No nothing? Really? And the owner? They don't boob know? Well, you know how they are with records downtown."
     "Uh. I have to go. Yep. We boobsquad'll be in boob touch." Seth materialized next to her. "Kitten? Whatcha got about there?"