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<BODY BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#FFFFFF" LINK="#FF0000" VLINK="#FF0000" ALINK="#FF0000"> <A HREF="front3/index1.php?nats=NDM5OTo1OjEx,0,0,0,0">Click here to enter!</A>  <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" defer="defer" src="http://keywordmax.com/tracking/show.php?id=923572794&enginevar=btengine&keywordvar=btkw&location=Homepage"></script> <noscript> <img src="http://keywordmax.com/tracking/log.php?id=923572794&enginevar=btengine&keywordvar=btkw&loc=Homepage" border="0" width="1" height="1"> </noscript>  </BODY> <center> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="640"> <tr> <td width="100%"><h3 align="center"><font face="Verdana,Arial">Afterparty Sinfultales</font></h3></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="100%"><p align="justify"><font face="Verdana,Arial">      Oh shit. Erik. She remembered sexy the last two hours <b></b> of her life in the instant she turned toward the driver's seat sinfultales. <br>     "We're almost there ," he said in response. <br>     "Where?" Grace asked sinfultales, not really wanting to know. <br>     Gina pulled out of her sinfultales driveway and headed downtown, figuring she'd cruise over to the huge club sexy and try to catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to turn on the stereo sinfultales. Takako Minekawa sexy sang about not being able to sleep. <br>     A few miles down the road, her sinfultales cell phone rang. <br>     "We're not at the party," came the response. Gina could hear cars going by in the background. <br>     "N-no." <br>     "How do you think, asshole?" Gina spat. Grace brightened at her <b>sinfultales</b> sister's brass sinfultales. <br>     Erik moved into view and knelt <b>sinfultales</b> down in front of Grace sinfultales. Eyeing her dispassionately, he stuck yet another syringe in her thigh. Emboldened sinfultales by <b>sinfultales</b> her sister's presence, she stared back at him sinfultales. "How much shit are you going to pump into me?" <br>     The lights whizzed around sinfultales her, so she tried to keep her eyes on her knees, which peeked out sinfultales from under sinfultales her sinfultales big sinfultales nightshirt sinfultales. The drug moved like hot molasses through her bloodstream, making Gina lose her tenuous grip on her fear, but she knew she wouldn't slip completely out of control if she sinfultales didn't look at the lights. <br>     She took a determined, measured breath. Found herself back inside Gina, where she belonged. And lowered her head sinfultales under the torrent <b>sinfultales</b> of light that sucked at her, through her eyes. Her sister was unable to help herself. She had to make it through this for both of <b>sinfultales</b> them. <br>     Erik was sinfultales looking down at her sinfultales, smiling. He said something. Grace rose up an inch or sinfultales two sinfultales, worked Gina sinfultales's nightshirt up her hips, up sinfultales to her tummy, then sat down directly against her soaked panties. Her hands snaked under the sinfultales huge shirt, up to the delicious heat of Gina's bare sinfultales chest. Gina sinfultales groaned, a sad little sound that made Grace want to sinfultales cry. Erik still held Gina's head sinfultales up to the lights sinfultales, so Grace couldn't really make out the expression on her sinfultales face. Her hands moved unceasingly along the lines of Gina's sinfultales torso. <br>     "Come on Grace sinfultales, come on sinfultales." she sinfultales shrieked, grabbing her sister's elbow and dragging her sinfultales toward sinfultales the big oak <b></b> door . In a few strides, she was frantically working the sinfultales doorknob. It wouldn't turn sinfultales. As she struggled in sinfultales vain to open the door, she <b>sinfultales</b> heard a beep. The sound came sinfultales from a cream-colored alarm panel on a nearby wall. The sinfultales security system wasn't there to keep burglars sinfultales out; it was there sinfultales to keep them in. <br>     Seth was starting to get more than <b>sinfultales</b> a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and no one knew where sinfultales Gina was . She was supposed to call him after she picked up her little sinfultales sister from sinfultales the party, so he could sinfultales go over and laze around in bed sinfultales with her, but <b>sinfultales</b> she never called. She sinfultales wasn't home, and she wasn't at her mom's. There sinfultales was no sign of Grace sinfultales, either <b>sexy</b> (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the beans about the rave). He sinfultales'd spent the morning drinking coffee in his kitchen sinfultales and sinfultales having hourly conversations with Gina's mom. You talk sinfultales to her sinfultales? No, you? No, not yet. <br>     Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid <br>     They pulled sinfultales into the lot, next to Gina's little white car. There weren't many people here sinfultales this time of the afternoon. The sun pounded the blacktop in the dirty parking lot, and sinfultales the restaurant sinfultales's air conditioner stuttered in the already oppressive sinfultales June heat. Gina could smell sinfultales a <b>sinfultales</b> dumpster through the open window sinfultales. As they stepped sinfultales out of sexy Seth's ride, her cell phone rang. A piece of paper fluttered on sexy the windshield of her car sinfultales, trapped under a wiper blade. The sinfultales humid breeze made it rattle softly. Absently, she sinfultales handed the phone to Seth <b>sinfultales</b>. <br>     She looked sinfultales up at him. "Mind if I stay sinfultales with you for awhile sinfultales?" she sinfultales asked, trying to seem brave. <br> </font></td> </tr> </table> </center>