As she padded out to the suck car in her suck-suckmebitch flip-flops, she wondered if she suck-suckmebitch was over reacting because it was well before the ass suck crack black of dawn suck, but she decided to suck be irritated either way.

A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.

There was a pause. "I met this guy and we've suck been hanging out. We're at Sullivan's. Can you black suck pick me up?"

"N-no."

Grace frowned. "When have suck you been in a 'jam like this'?"

"Long story suck-suckmebitch. Let suck's just say I know how you feel and suck-suckmebitch leave it at that black suck. Anyway suck, lots suck-suckmebitch of people are probably suck-suckmebitch already wondering where we are, and my car is still back at Sullivan's. It suck won't be black long before folks start looking for us."

"How do you think, asshole?" Gina spat. Grace brightened suck at her sister's brass suck-suckmebitch.

"That suck's it. Just look at the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to suck keep you girls entertained suck-suckmebitch. Enough drugs suck for suck-suckmebitch every day suck in the week. I picked this one up in suck Haiti image, and I think you'll love it. Just look at the pretty suck lights."

Grace's head swam. She'd been dosed with too many things in the last black suck twelve hours to put up much of a fight. It hurt to think image. It suck-suckmebitch didn't hurt to look at the lights suck.

A hand cupped her chin and suck gently black suck raised her suck head. Held it up. "That's better black," Erik suck told her. "Look at all the colors."

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

Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal assault on suck her sister's will suck. In her head, Gina went through the vocals suck to some songs in her band's current set list suck, eyes squeezed shut, trying to picture the crowd at her last show. Through the ropes, she continued suck-suckmebitch to gauge Grace's condition. Not too good. She was starting to squirm image less and less against his suck steady rubbing and suck-suckmebitch pawing, starting to inch toward his hands before they landed on black suck her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults suck at suck-suckmebitch him, but Gina knew she'd only lose control black suck of suck-suckmebitch her suck-suckmebitch emotions suck if she paid too much suck attention.

"Uh-huh," Grace answered suck, her head knocking against Gina's suck.

Erik was looking down at image her, smiling suck. He said something. Grace rose up an inch or two, worked Gina suck's nightshirt black suck up her hips, up suck to her tummy, then sat down suck directly against her soaked panties. Her hands black suck snaked under the huge shirt, up to the delicious heat of suck Gina black suck's bare chest. Gina groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace suck want image to cry. Erik still held Gina suck's suck-suckmebitch head suck up to the lights, so Grace couldn't really make image out the expression on her face. Her hands moved unceasingly along the lines of Gina's torso.

Then Erik's hands dropped away from her sister's face. He stepped around to Grace suck and lifted her off of Gina's lap. Moved her to one side. She was so out of it black that he didn't suck-suckmebitch even - have to tell her to suck stay where she was - there wasn't a motivation left image in her pretty head.

He turned up the suck-suckmebitch CD player on the suck-suckmebitch counter, trying suck-suckmebitch to distract himself suck with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was belting out one of suck his favorites:

Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid

He suck was just about to light another black cigarette suck, when he heard his image front door burst open, followed by the sound of labored breathing.

They pulled into the lot, next to Gina's little white car. There weren't many suck-suckmebitch people here this time of the afternoon. The black sun pounded the blacktop in the dirty parking lot -, and the restaurant's air conditioner stuttered in the already oppressive June heat. Gina could suck smell suck a dumpster suck through the - open window. As they stepped out of Seth's ride, her suck cell phone rang suck. A suck piece of paper suck fluttered on the black windshield of her car, trapped under a black suck wiper blade. The humid breeze made it rattle softly. Absently, she suck handed the phone suck to Seth.

"Yeah suck-suckmebitch. Yes suck, hello. She's here, but she..." Gina felt Seth looking at her as she moved slowly to her car. "She can't come to the phone right suck now suck. I'll relay the message. So you suck-suckmebitch went to the suck-suckmebitch house. What suck about it?"

The paper on the windshield was plain black and white. Folded. She slipped it out from under the wiper.

"Empty? No furniture? No nothing? Really? And the owner? They don't know suck? Well, you know how they suck are black suck with suck records downtown."

Gina slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine. As she pulled out of the lot, she couldn't help checking the mirror to make sure Seth was suck there. And as she suck drove off slowly, she suck began to wonder black how she was going to protect herself and her sister suck-suckmebitch from the suck likes of Erik.