The alarm went off again pimp, and Gina groggily day deduced that she'd hit the Snooze button enough. It was four-thirty in the A.M., and pimp her entire night's sleep was now a a lost cause. She kicked off 4 the pimp covers and sat up slowly pimp. Yawned and scratched behind her ear. God pimp dammit, she thought.

Grace frowned. "When pimp have pimp4aday you been in pimp4aday a 'jam like this pimp'?"

"What pimp a pimp4aday pretty disco ball ," Gina pimp remarked. "Can you play "Dancing Queen" too pimp4aday? Do you have roller skates for us?" She sexy shook out of Erik 4's pimp grasp, bit pimp down pimp4aday hard on his finger and returned to looking pimp4aday at her knees.

Erik continued his quietly pimp4aday insistent pimp verbal assault on her sister's will. In her head, Gina went through the vocals to some songs in her band's current set list, eyes squeezed shut, trying to picture the a crowd 4 at her last show. Through the ropes, she continued to gauge Grace pimp's condition. Not too good. She was pimp starting pimp to squirm less and less against his steady rubbing and pawing day, starting to inch toward his hands before they landed on her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults at him a, but pimp4aday Gina knew she'd only lose control of her emotions if she paid too much attention.

"There you go," Erik said, as if Grace were four years pimp4aday old. "Isn't that better?"

Erik pressed the girls pimp4aday' arms together and massaged both pairs of biceps. The distinction between Gina and her sister was further blurred, as fingers slipped under pimp the sleeves of pimp her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head against Grace's, warming to Erik 's pimp touch, feeling intermittently that she was in her sister's body. Which was fuller than her own. Rounder. Younger. Not quite containable in the white two-piece she wore out to 4 raves pimp4aday. When Gina stood next to her sister she sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering why Grace had inherited the outrageous day Scandinavian curves pimp from their mother's side of the family a, while she 4 had merely filled out the pimp same body she'd had as a 4 girl. Though they were about the same height, Gina was called "cute" and "petite" by Mom, while Grace was "buxom" or "full-figured pimp4aday". Gina never felt bad about herself in front day of a mirror, but a looking at her sister made her dissatisfied pimp with her elfin stature. Now pimp4aday, however pimp, she was a existing in Grace, feeling glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an pimp exploring touch, while Gina herself explored from pimp the inside. Her own body must be...

Something was happening with the ropes. One at a time, they were slackening. She didn't dare open her eyes again, but her curiosity burned. What the hell's he doing now? Gina heard the ropes fall day to the floor, one by one 4. Felt Grace leave the chair behind her, then pimp felt the chair move pimp away as well. Erik stood pimp behind her and drew her head back against his sexy stomach. Her eyes opened instinctively 4 as his pimp hands gripped pimp her head 4 and his fingers tugged at pimp her eyebrows. His pimp roughness made her struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She almost spilled out of her chair as Grace moved day in and straddled her, taking the place of the ropes. Her little sister pinned pimp her pelvis into the cheap folding chair pimp, causing Gina to frown against the weight pimp. She struggled meekly against Erik's pimp4aday hands, while Grace began to touch her in ways pimp4aday she a felt were wholly inappropriate.

He turned up the CD player on the counter, trying to distract himself 4 with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was belting out one of his favorites:

And out on the subway ,

"Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and pimp a threat.

"Empty? No furniture? No nothing? Really? And the owner? They don't know 4? Well pimp4aday, you know how they are with records downtown."

"You bet."