The alarm went off again, and Gina groggily talks deduced that realitykingsmoneytalks she'd hit talks the Snooze money button enough. It was four-thirty in talks the A.M., and sexy her entire night's sleep was now realitykingsmoneytalks a lost cause. She kicked off the covers and sat up slowly. Yawned and scratched behind her ear. God talks dammit, she thought.

Her little kings sister Grace was reality undoubtedly having the time of her life at that stupid rave. "She'd better be," Gina growled to herself as she scanned the floor sexy for her slippers . "And she'd better reality turn her fucking phone back on."

But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had crawled back in talks bed for a realitykingsmoneytalks bit without really thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake and responsible, she shuffled around her talks bedroom, cursing her flaky kin. She briefly considered getting dressed, then decided to slip a jacket reality around her oversized Hello Kitty reality nightshirt. I'm getting too old for realitykingsmoneytalks this shit, little sis reality. Life reality will be so much easier when you go off to school this fall...

Gina realitykingsmoneytalks pulled out of her driveway and reality headed realitykingsmoneytalks downtown, figuring she'd cruise over to the huge club and try to reality catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to turn on the stereo. Takako reality Minekawa sang about not being reality able to sleep.

"I was wondering when you'd call, kiddo realitykingsmoneytalks. I talks'm on my way . Should be there in five."

When she rolled into the parking lot of Sullivan's - a grease pit of an realitykingsmoneytalks all-night diner realitykingsmoneytalks - Grace was nowhere to be realitykingsmoneytalks seen. Gina was too tired to reality get out and look for her, and she realitykingsmoneytalks was just about to pick up her phone when reality she saw Grace get out of a big gray Blazer talks across the lot. A tall, dark haired reality guy stepped down from the driver's side reality and moved in behind her. Gina reality slowly drove over to them and rolled down her realitykingsmoneytalks window. Grace looked really fucked up, while her new boyfriend stared down talks at Gina with uncomfortable intensity sexy. She disliked him reality immediately. Glancing at Grace, she said, "You ready?"

"You okay?" Gina asked.

"I know," Gina sexy soothed. Grace wished she could see her sister's kings face. "We're in realitykingsmoneytalks some deep shit talks. What realitykingsmoneytalks happened?"

Grace started to cry, but she managed to tell Gina everything that happened to her at the rave - Erik, Sylvie, the truck in the parking lot talks. "...And then reality he made me reality call you so he could get you talks, too reality," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry reality I got you into talks this, Gina."

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

Erik slurped his coffee. The smell made Grace's stomach churn. "You're even hotter than your little sister money," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun reality."

"You're going to have lots reality of fun in the clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You better let us reality go. Now."

"What's this?" she heard reality her sister say.

"Enough shit to make you my little teenage toy."

She was starting to feel a lot like she reality'd eaten a hash talks brownie, which wasn't all that unpleasant reality. In fact, it was mellowing talks her realitykingsmoneytalks out a little. If sexy anything, it made her feel talks braver . As Erik stood over kings her, nursing his chewed up finger talks, she pointedly reality ignored him.

Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay talks, we'll come back to talks you." He walked behind her, to Grace.

Gina closed reality her eyes, trying to take in what sexy was happening with her realitykingsmoneytalks sister via touch and sound. She could feel Grace's upper back realitykingsmoneytalks against hers, and reality the sexy tight rope around their reality shoulders made it possible for Gina to feel her slow, even breathing. She could also realitykingsmoneytalks tell that Grace reality's head was talks drooped forward sexy. Then she felt Erik's hands brushing her arms reality as he fondled her sister lecherously. He reality was talking realitykingsmoneytalks to her - the kind of stuff she really realitykingsmoneytalks didn't need to pay attention to if she wanted to keep her wits about her.

"There you go," Erik said, as if Grace were four reality years old. "Isn't that better reality?"

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

It was empty, nearly reality unfurnished, except for kings a desk near the bar that sexy joined the dining sexy room to reality the talks spotless realitykingsmoneytalks kitchen. On the desk, near realitykingsmoneytalks a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar realitykingsmoneytalks items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the money bare living room and snatched up her purse. Then she reality saw her driver's license, next to Grace's, near a keyboard. Her eyes flicked to the screen and she saw their kings addresses and phone numbers, neatly entered reality into a database. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard , trying to figure out the fastest realitykingsmoneytalks way to erase the data, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She reality screamed, raked the rest of their realitykingsmoneytalks stuff into her purse. Grabbed Grace realitykingsmoneytalks's backpack and ran reality back to her confused sister. Then she spied the front door.

They were probably both over reacting, but they reality were also uncommonly intuitive people. That's why Gina 's mom liked him, Seth figured reality.

The realitykingsmoneytalks breathing continued in realitykingsmoneytalks the reality living room. Cautiously, he peeped talks around the corner from the kitchen reality. The cigarette dropped out of his hand.

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

She didn't answer, just raised her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think realitykingsmoneytalks you got away for good'," he read. "Oh. Sweetheart."

He knew her reality well enough to give her face; he didn't reach out realitykingsmoneytalks for her. "No prob. Should we tell Grace realitykingsmoneytalks?"

"They reality want both of you downtown for reality an interview tomorrow."