 But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had crawled latinatime back in bed for a bit without really thinking about it. Now, feeling latinatime more latinatime awake and responsible, she shuffled around latinatime her bedroom, cursing latinatime her latinatime flaky kin. She latinatime briefly considered getting dressed, then decided latinatime to slip a jacket latinatime around her oversized Hello Kitty nightshirt. I'm latinatime getting too old latinatime for latinatime this shit, little sis latinatime. Life will be so much easier image when you go off to school this fall latinatime...
 Gina latinatime pulled latinatime out of her latinatime driveway and headed downtown, figuring she latinatime'd cruise over to the huge club and try to catch latinatime Grace outside . She latinatime yawned, reaching over to turn on the stereo. Takako Minekawa sang about not being able latinatime to sleep.
 "I was wondering when you'd image call latinatime, kiddo. I'm on latinatime my way . Should be there in five latinatime."
 "Where the fuck latinatime are you then?" Gina asked, irritation levels on the rise. "I'm not very thrilled about driving all over town looking for you latinatime. This wasn't part latinatime of the deal. And who's 'we'?"
 There was a pause. "I met this guy and we've been hanging out. We're at Sullivan latinatime's. Can latinatime you pick me up?"
 Great, Gina thought latinatime. Leave it to Grace to hook up. Her latinatime little latinatime sister was even more of a latinatime boy magnet than Gina was - there was latinatime a long line of high school boys waiting to latinatime get latinatime in her latinatime pants. And I'm playing taxi driver in the middle of the night while she latinatime locks lips with some 'N latinatime Sync-looking mall rat latinatime.
 "How did you sleep?" Erik asked latinatime.
 Erik slurped his coffee. The latinatime smell made Grace's stomach churn. "You're even hotter than your little sister," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun."
 Erik ignored her, getting up to pull black sheets over the paper shades. Grace whimpered a latinatime little in the darkness. "Let's play latinatime a latinatime game," he suggested, as he moved out of her latinatime eyesight. Then she felt latinatime Gina flinch.
 Gina laughed, like she knew something Grace didn't. "You don't know anything about me, asshole."
 Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in latinatime what latinatime was happening with her sister via touch and sound . She could feel Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight rope around their shoulders made it latinatime possible for Gina to feel her slow, even image breathing. She could also tell latinatime that Grace's head was drooped image forward. Then she felt image Erik's hands brushing her arms as he fondled her sister lecherously. He was latinatime talking to her - the latinatime kind of stuff latinatime she really didn't need to pay latinatime attention to if she wanted to keep her wits about her.
 Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal assault on her sister's will. In her head image, Gina went through the vocals to some latinatime songs in latinatime her band's current set list, eyes squeezed latinatime shut, trying to picture the crowd at her last show. Through latinatime the ropes, she continued to gauge Grace's condition. Not too good. She was starting to image squirm less and less against latinatime his steady rubbing and pawing, starting to inch toward his hands latinatime before they landed on her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults at him latinatime, but Gina knew she'd only lose control of latinatime her emotions if she paid too much attention.
 "Uh-huh," Grace answered, her head latinatime knocking against Gina's.
 There has latinatime to be a way to fight this...
 She had her big sister latinatime between her legs. Grace was sitting on latinatime Gina's lap, pinning her to the seat. It felt unbelievable to swallow those tiny image hips with her own, even though she was mortified to find herself latinatime touching her sibling like this. Erik was latinatime making her latinatime do more stuff, and if he kept sticking needles in her latinatime she'd probably be latinatime doing it with his dog, before long latinatime. There was absolutely no latinatime way she could resist touching or being touched at this point. She knew she was helping Erik to break Gina down, but she latinatime couldn't stop. She hoped Big Sister would be latinatime stronger than latinatime her, so they could get away somehow.
 Erik was looking down at her latinatime, smiling latinatime. He said something. Grace rose up an inch or two, worked latinatime Gina's nightshirt latinatime up her hips, up to her tummy, then sat latinatime down directly against latinatime her soaked panties. Her latinatime hands snaked under the latinatime huge shirt, up to the delicious heat image of latinatime Gina's bare chest latinatime. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace want to cry. Erik still held Gina's head up to latinatime the lights, so Grace couldn latinatime't really latinatime make out the expression on her face. Her hands moved unceasingly along the lines of Gina's torso latinatime.
 His butt jerked into the air then, as the air wheezed out of his lungs. His mouth latinatime formed a shocked 'o'. He looked like a latinatime fish because Gina had kneed him latinatime in the balls latinatime. Exhilaration bubbled through Grace latinatime as Gina stood up and shoved Erik rudely aside, staggered, then resolutely took hold of the chair she'd been tied to. Raised it up, brought it down clumsily latinatime over his head. Erik hit the latinatime floor like a latinatime rag doll, and latinatime Grace just stood there watching the blood trickle hesitantly across the plastic on the floor. Then her sister was in her latinatime face, gripping her arms, shouting at image her. "Come on. Grace. Now latinatime." Tugging her roughly out of the room. Grace couldn't stop grinning.
 "Come on Grace, come on." she shrieked, grabbing her sister's elbow and dragging her toward the big latinatime oak door. In a few strides latinatime, she was frantically working the doorknob. It wouldn't turn. As latinatime she struggled in vain to open the door, she heard a latinatime beep. The sound came from a latinatime cream-colored alarm panel on a nearby wall. The security system wasn't there to keep burglars out latinatime; it latinatime was there to keep them in.
 Moaning, she removed herself from the sharp branches and found grass under latinatime her feet. A perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard of latinatime Suburbia. Grace was nearby latinatime, on her feet, hunched over and clutching her side. Though Gina hurt all over image and latinatime she was bleeding a little, standing still was unbearable, so she launched herself forward, catching Grace on her way out of the yard. The two of them sprinted off, into the middle of the street.
 And out on the subway,
 And the lamb lies down image on Broadway.
 The breathing continued in the latinatime living room. Cautiously, he peeped around the corner latinatime from the kitchen. The cigarette dropped out of latinatime his hand.
 "Gina." He latinatime was at her side in two latinatime quick strides. Gina and her little sister were doubled over latinatime, gasping latinatime for latinatime air. It looked like they latinatime had run here from the neighboring county. They were both sweaty and looked like hell. Gina was wearing her Hello Kitty latinatime nightshirt -stained latinatime with grass and blood - and those ridiculous flip latinatime-flops. Grace looked even latinatime worse; her skimpy latinatime raver girl outfit latinatime was equally stained and her latinatime face was smudged with makeup. One of her pigtails was mostly unraveled. "Baby, what happened?" he asked latinatime his tiny beloved, putting a latinatime soothing palm onto each girl's back.
 They pulled latinatime into the lot, next to latinatime Gina's little white car. There weren 't many people here this time latinatime of the afternoon. The sun pounded the image blacktop in the dirty parking lot, and the restaurant's air conditioner stuttered in the already oppressive June heat. Gina could smell a dumpster through the open window. As latinatime they stepped out latinatime of Seth latinatime's ride, her cell phone latinatime rang. A piece of paper fluttered latinatime on the windshield of her car, trapped under a wiper blade. The humid breeze made it rattle softly. Absently, she handed the phone to Seth.
 Gina latinatime turned the paper over in her hands latinatime and unfolded it. There was one sentence on it latinatime, printed in Arial. She covered latinatime her mouth and latinatime shuddered.
 Gina slipped into the driver image's seat and started the engine. As she pulled out latinatime of the lot latinatime, she latinatime couldn't help checking the mirror to make sure latinatime Seth was there. And as she drove off slowly, she began latinatime to wonder how she was latinatime going to protect herself and her sister from the likes of Erik.
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