Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly having lesbianpink the time lesbianpink of her life at that stupid rave. "She'd better be lesbianpink," Gina growled to herself as she scanned the floor for her slippers. "And she'd lesbianpink better turn her lesbianpink fucking phone back on."
Grace's lesbianpink voice crackled into her lesbianpink ear. "Gina. I need for you to meet me." She sounded tired. The lesbianpink poor kid was probably worn lesbianpink out from the roll and all that peace, love, unity and respect.
Grace frowned. "When have you been in a 'jam like this'?"
"A little lesbianpink something to lesbianpink make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
Grace's head swam. She'd lesbianpink been dosed with too many things in the last twelve hours to put up much of a fight. It hurt to think. It didn't hurt to look at the lights.
"There you go," Erik said lesbianpink, as if Grace were four years old. "Isn't that better?"
Gina heard groaning lesbianpink from upstairs. She jumped lesbianpink, completely hysterical now, and looked around lesbianpink the room. There was a chair lesbianpink in front of the desk. And a window lesbianpink next to the door. Brushing by Grace, she lesbianpink grabbed the chair and ran with all her might toward the window. Threw the lesbianpink chair at the panes, through the paper blinds. The sound of shattering glass was the most beautiful thing she'd lesbianpink ever heard.
"Grace." She movie hurled her younger lesbianpink sister toward the opening. Pushed her through lesbianpink roughly without considering how lesbianpink far it was to the lesbianpink ground, stepped through the jagged lesbianpink egress, and fell onto a hedge lesbianpink.
And out on lesbianpink the subway,
The paper on the windshield was plain and white. Folded. She slipped it out from under the wiper.
"Uh. I have to go. Yep. We'll be in touch." Seth materialized next to her. "Kitten lesbianpink? Whatcha lesbianpink got there?"
"You bet."
Gina slipped into the driver's seat and lesbianpink started the engine. As she pulled out of lesbianpink the lot, she couldn't help checking the mirror to make sure Seth was there. And as she drove off slowly, she began to wonder how she was going to protect lesbianpink herself lesbianpink and her lesbianpink sister from the likes of Erik.
Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly having lesbianpink the time lesbianpink of her life at that stupid rave. "She'd better be lesbianpink," Gina growled to herself as she scanned the floor for her slippers. "And she'd lesbianpink better turn her lesbianpink fucking phone back on."
Grace's lesbianpink voice crackled into her lesbianpink ear. "Gina. I need for you to meet me." She sounded tired. The lesbianpink poor kid was probably worn lesbianpink out from the roll and all that peace, love, unity and respect.
"A little lesbianpink something to lesbianpink make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
Gina heard groaning lesbianpink from upstairs. She jumped lesbianpink, completely hysterical now, and looked around lesbianpink the room. There was a chair lesbianpink in front of the desk. And a window lesbianpink next to the door. Brushing by Grace, she lesbianpink grabbed the chair and ran with all her might toward the window. Threw the lesbianpink chair at the panes, through the paper blinds. The sound of shattering glass was the most beautiful thing she'd lesbianpink ever heard.
The paper on the windshield was plain and white. Folded. She slipped it out from under the wiper.
"Uh. I have to go. Yep. We'll be in touch." Seth materialized next to her. "Kitten lesbianpink? Whatcha lesbianpink got there?"
"You bet."
