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Story: Afterparty · Author: Aerosol Kid
The people and events in this story come from my brain, not the real world.
Regardless of what that tells you about my brain, it means that I'm not writing
about you, your mom, your friends, or your friend's friends. So you can't sue
me. Neener neener.
If you're under age in your territory (and you know what I mean), then read
something else.
© 2000 by Aerosol Kid. All rights reserved
Note: Grace's tale continues here, from "Ob-e-diens". She's joined by her big
sister Gina, who had her own adventure in "Play Day".
Afterparty
The street lamps made Grace wince as they whipped by. She'd fallen asleep with
her head against the window, and the rhythmic flashing slowly roused her. The
unwelcome pain in her stiff neck was cruelly amplified by the ecstasy lingering
in her system. Her stomach growled, and her ears rang from the loud music at the
party. She shifted gingerly in her seat and realized that her arms were bunched
up against her under the seat belt. She must've passed out as soon as she sat
down, and her friends had just belted her ass in for the drive home.
Only no one she knew drove a truck.
Oh shit. Erik. She remembered the last two hours of her life in the instant she
turned toward the driver's seat.
He was indeed at the wheel. Grace was slightly disconnected from her emotions,
thanks to whatever he'd dosed her with, and she was grateful for that. As she
looked blearily at Erik, the fear nearly made her gag. But the narcotic helped
her feel more like an observer than a participant. She was watching her very own
cautionary TV movie about hooking up with strangers.
Erik must've known she was staring at him, but he ignored her. Grace labored
against the drug for a few seconds and came to the conclusion that she was stuck
in her seat, for the time being. She made a soft, resigned, frightened noise.
"We're almost there," he said in response.
"Where?" Grace asked, not really wanting to know.
"We're meeting your sister."
"Why..." Grace was almost crying. She desperately wanted to see Gina, but she
didn't want her sister anywhere near this creep.
They rolled up to a stoplight and Grace looked out the window, trying in vain to
fling her thoughts outside, away from the nightmare she was living. She heard
Erik fumbling around next to her, then felt something jab her arm. Grace closed
her eyes, bit her lip. She didn't need to look; she could already feel what was
happening.
The alarm went off again, and Gina groggily deduced that she'd hit the Snooze
button enough. It was four-thirty in the A.M., and her entire night's sleep was
now a lost cause. She kicked off the covers and sat up slowly. Yawned and
scratched behind her ear. God dammit, she thought.
Her little sister Grace was undoubtedly having the time of her life at that
stupid rave. "She'd better be," Gina growled to herself as she scanned the floor
for her slippers. "And she'd better turn her fucking phone back on."
The deal was this: Grace wanted to celebrate her high school graduation in
style, at this really big party downtown. Only Mom would never let her stay out
all night, so Grace had lied and told her she was spending the night at Gina's
(before asking her first, as usual). Big Sister had charitably agreed on the
condition that she would pick up Grace at the end of the festivities - she
didn't want someone with a head full of hallucinogens driving Grace home. They
were supposed to touch base at 4:00 A.M. to coordinate.
But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had crawled back in bed for a
bit without really thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake and responsible,
she shuffled around her bedroom, cursing her flaky kin. She briefly considered
getting dressed, then decided to slip a jacket around her oversized Hello Kitty
nightshirt. I'm getting too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much
easier when you go off to school this fall...
As she padded out to the car in her flip-flops, she wondered if she was over
reacting because it was well before the ass crack of dawn, but she decided to be
irritated either way.
Gina pulled out of her driveway and headed downtown, figuring she'd cruise over
to the huge club and try to catch Grace outside. She yawned, reaching over to
turn on the stereo. Takako Minekawa sang about not being able to sleep.
A few miles down the road, her cell phone rang.
Finally, she thought, digging through her purse for the phone. She pulled the
antenna out with her teeth, jabbed the Talk button and said, "Yeah?"
Grace's voice crackled into her ear. "Gina. I need for you to meet me." She
sounded tired. The poor kid was probably worn out from the roll and all that
peace, love, unity and respect.
"I was wondering when you'd call, kiddo. I'm on my way. Should be there in
five."
"We're not at the party," came the response. Gina could hear cars going by in
the background.
"Where the fuck are you then?" Gina asked, irritation levels on the rise. "I'm
not very thrilled about driving all over town looking for you. This wasn't part
of the deal. And who's 'we'?"
There was a pause. "I met this guy and we've been hanging out. We're at
Sullivan's. Can you pick me up?"
Great, Gina thought. Leave it to Grace to hook up. Her little sister was even
more of a boy magnet than Gina was - there was a long line of high school boys
waiting to get in her pants. And I'm playing taxi driver in the middle of the
night while she locks lips with some 'N Sync-looking mall rat.
"Sullivan's, huh? Gimme ten minutes." Gina frowned as she put the phone down.
She was pissed about having to turn around and head back the way she'd come, but
Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but
she shook it off and decided she was being paranoid.
When she rolled into the parking lot of Sullivan's - a grease pit of an
all-night diner - Grace was nowhere to be seen. Gina was too tired to get out
and look for her, and she was just about to pick up her phone when she saw Grace
get out of a big gray Blazer across the lot. A tall, dark haired guy stepped
down from the driver's side and moved in behind her. Gina slowly drove over to
them and rolled down her window. Grace looked really fucked up, while her new
boyfriend stared down at Gina with uncomfortable intensity. She disliked him
immediately. Glancing at Grace, she said, "You ready?"
But Grace was just standing there looking at her. "Grace?" She looked like she
might topple over in a light breeze. Something was very wrong here. The guy was
moving toward her, reaching in the window. "Hey!" she barked, but something
covered her face before she could say anything else. It was a cloth, and it
smelled really weird. He was pressing it over her mouth and nose and holding her
against the driver's seat with his forearm. She clawed at the air in front of
the steering wheel, gasping and screaming into the cloth. She couldn't reach
anything with her hands. Couldn't wiggle out of his grasp. The sickly-sweet
fumes were overpowering. The car interior spun lazily around her as a curious
buzzing filled her ears. Her eyelids grew heavy as anvils. As her head lolled to
one side, sleep rose up to meet her.
"Grace! You awake?" her sister called to her. Grace groaned, then squinted at
sunlight. She was tightly bound to a chair, the ropes cutting into her bare arms
and legs. Her head was pounding, her mouth dry. She felt warmth at her elbows,
then realized Gina was behind her, bound by the same ropes.
"Uh-huh," Grace responded. She was still tingling with the effects of the latest
substance Erik had given her. She felt lightheaded, dirty. She'd obviously slept
in this chair for several hours, and a gamy tang wafted up from her raver
regalia. They were in an empty room, and the large window in front of her was
covered with a paper blind: it let sunlight in, but afforded no view from
outside. The walls and floor were covered in plastic. She silently cursed the
day Gina had made her watch The Silence of the Lambs.
"You okay?" Gina asked.
"N-no."
"I know," Gina soothed. Grace wished she could see her sister's face. "We're in
some deep shit. What 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. "...And then he
made me call you so he could get you, too," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry I got you
into this, Gina."
"That fucker." Gina strained at their bonds. Then she stopped wiggling around.
"Don't be sorry, there was nothing you could do. I've been in a jam like this
before. So chin up. Let's try to figure out how we're getting out of here."
Grace frowned. "When have you been in a 'jam like this'?"
"Long story. Let's just say I know how you feel and leave it at that. Anyway,
lots of people are probably already wondering where we are, and my car is still
back at Sullivan's. It won't be long before folks start looking for us."
"But where are we?" Grace whined. She sounded like such a baby, compared to
Gina. She had to admire her big sister, but she couldn't summon much courage
herself.
A door opened then, and footsteps creaked toward them - an odd sound of shoes on
plastic on wood. Grace strained to see who it was. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw Erik take a seat near them, sipping coffee. He smelled like he had just
stepped out of the shower. She felt Gina stiffen.
"How did you sleep?" Erik asked.
"How do you think, asshole?" Gina spat. Grace brightened at her sister's brass.
Erik slurped his coffee. The smell made Grace's stomach churn. "You're even
hotter than your little sister," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun."
"You're going to have lots of fun in the clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You
better let us go. Now."
Erik ignored her, getting up to pull black sheets over the paper shades. Grace
whimpered a little in the darkness. "Let's play a game," he suggested, as he
moved out of her eyesight. Then she felt Gina flinch.
"What's this?" she heard her sister say.
"A little something to make you less... hung up." Erik replied.
Gina laughed, like she knew something Grace didn't. "You don't know anything
about me, asshole."
Erik moved into view and knelt down in front of Grace. Eyeing her
dispassionately, he stuck yet another syringe in her thigh. Emboldened by her
sister's presence, she stared back at him. "How much shit are you going to pump
into me?"
"Enough shit to make you my little teenage toy."
"Don't you have like, a girlfriend?" Grace asked. "Is this the only way you get
any action?" she continued, with the raw impoliteness only a teenager could
muster. An unfamiliar wave of hot confusion rippled through her as the new
substance traversed her bloodstream.
Erik just laughed at her and moved to the wall. He flicked a switch, and the
room filled with tiny, colored lights. They flitted around them in a dizzying
orbit. Grace heard Gina curse under her breath, and found herself unable to look
away from them.
"That's it. Just look at the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to
keep you girls entertained. Enough drugs for every day in the week. I picked
this one up in Haiti, and I think you'll love it. Just look at the pretty
lights."
Grace's head swam. She'd 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.
Gina wasn't mad at her sister anymore. Sure, she was angry when she woke up from
the chloroform to find herself tied to a chair, but once she heard her story she
realized that Grace was just unlucky enough to be singled out by a dangerous
freak. It looked like encounters with mind control enthusiasts ran in the
family. And this Erik guy was an entirely different animal than her goofy,
mostly lovable boyfriend. Seth had just wanted to make her wear sexy clothes and
fuck his brains out. Yes, Anodyne had almost got its collective mitts on her,
but Seth's intentions were clear all along. And he scored bonus points for
saving her life. Erik, on the other hand, was an evil fucker who was nearly
impossible to read. He would probably kill her and her little sister if he had
to. Grace had unwittingly stumbled into the web of a very sick, very smart
predator.
The lights whizzed around her, so she tried to keep her eyes on her knees, which
peeked out from under her big nightshirt. 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 didn't look at the
lights.
A hand cupped her chin and gently raised her head. Held it up. "That's better,"
Erik told her. "Look at all the colors."
"What a pretty disco ball," Gina remarked. "Can you play "Dancing Queen" too? Do
you have roller skates for us?" She shook out of Erik's grasp, bit down hard on
his finger and returned to looking at her knees.
"Bitch!" Erik exclaimed, snatching his hand away from her face. For a second,
she felt certain he was going to hit her, but he didn't.
She was starting to feel a lot like she'd eaten a hash brownie, which wasn't all
that unpleasant. In fact, it was mellowing her out a little. If anything, it
made her feel braver. As Erik stood over her, nursing his chewed up finger, she
pointedly ignored him.
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we'll come back to you." He walked
behind her, to Grace.
Gina closed her eyes, trying to take in what was happening with her sister via
touch and sound. She could feel Grace's upper back against hers, and the tight
rope around their shoulders made it possible for Gina to feel her slow, even
breathing. She could also tell that Grace's head was drooped forward. Then she
felt Erik's hands brushing her arms as he fondled her sister lecherously. He was
talking to her - the kind of stuff she really didn't need to pay attention to if
she wanted to keep her wits about her.
Don't touch her, you fuckhead! she thought, wanting to scream the words at him.
But she instinctively knew any interaction with him would just draw her deeper
into his spell. He was really going to town on Grace - his hands were all over
her - and she was starting to get into it. Poor Grace, you've always been a
little slutty. After all, you were the first one to get in trouble for playing
"Doctor" with a boy down the street...
Erik continued his quietly insistent 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 crowd at her last show. Through the
ropes, she continued to gauge Grace's condition. Not too good. She was starting
to squirm less and less against his steady rubbing and pawing, starting to inch
toward his hands before they landed on her. Periodically Grace would whisper
insults at him, but 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 old. "Isn't that better?"
"Uh-huh," Grace answered, her head knocking against Gina's.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" Grace shuddered and Gina could tell that Erik's hands
were getting braver. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her
eyes. Brilliant points of light swirled by from left to right. They melted into
familiar shapes and faces on their way by, making Gina realize how strong that
Haitian stuff must be. As Grace shifted behind her, Gina began to feel as if he
were touching her body as well. Then she had another uncomfortable realization -
her sister's aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or was it hers?
Erik pressed the girls' arms together and massaged both pairs of biceps. The
distinction between Gina and her sister was further blurred, as fingers slipped
under the sleeves of her nightshirt. Absently, she nuzzled the back of her head
against Grace's, warming to Erik's 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 raves. When Gina stood next
to her sister she sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy, wondering why Grace had
inherited the outrageous Scandinavian curves from their mother's side of the
family, while she had merely filled out the same body she'd had as a girl.
Though they were about the same height, Gina was called "cute" and "petite" by
Mom, while Grace was "buxom" or "full-figured". Gina never felt bad about
herself in front of a mirror, but looking at her sister made her dissatisfied
with her elfin stature. Now, however, she was existing in Grace, feeling
glorious, feeling eighteen, writhing under an exploring touch, while Gina
herself explored from the inside. Her own body must be...
She took a determined, measured breath. Found herself back inside Gina, where
she belonged. And lowered her head under the torrent 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 them.
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 to the floor, one by one. Felt Grace leave
the chair behind her, then felt the chair move away as well. Erik stood behind
her and drew her head back against his stomach. Her eyes opened instinctively as
his hands gripped her head and his fingers tugged at her eyebrows. His roughness
made her struggle, but the drug made her clumsy. She almost spilled out of her
chair as Grace moved in and straddled her, taking the place of the ropes. Her
little sister pinned her pelvis into the cheap folding chair, causing Gina to
frown against the weight. She struggled meekly against Erik's hands, while Grace
began to touch her in ways she felt were wholly inappropriate.
And those damned lights. They turned every instant of human contact into a
weapon - a blunt object that crashed down on her resistance again and again. The
man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the idea of getting groped by her
sister was just gross, but the lights kept her from being able to fully
distinguish who they were. She breathed in slowly through her nostrils, and
realized with some horror that her nipples were stiffening under Grace's eager
fingers. She decided instead to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under the
weight of her sister's hips.
There has to be a way to fight this...
She had her big sister between her legs. Grace was sitting on Gina's lap,
pinning her to the seat. It felt unbelievable to swallow those tiny hips with
her own, even though she was mortified to find herself touching her sibling like
this. Erik was making her do more stuff, and if he kept sticking needles in her
she'd probably be doing it with his dog, before long. There was absolutely no
way she could resist touching or being touched at this point. She knew she was
helping Erik to break Gina down, but she couldn't stop. She hoped Big Sister
would be stronger than her, so they could get away somehow.
Erik was looking down at her, smiling. He said something. Grace rose up an inch
or two, worked Gina's nightshirt up her hips, up to her tummy, then sat down
directly against her soaked panties. Her hands snaked under the huge shirt, up
to the delicious heat of Gina's bare chest. Gina groaned, a sad little sound
that made Grace want to cry. Erik still held Gina's head up to the lights, so
Grace couldn't really make 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 and lifted her off of Gina's lap. Moved her to one side. She was so out of
it that he didn't even have to tell her to stay where she was - there wasn't a
motivation left in her pretty head.
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn't sit down on her tiny lap;
just stroked her blonde pixie hair and murmured to her. Her eyes had closed
again. He seemed to be trying to get her to stand up, but it looked like she had
passed out. He took Gina's limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental tug.
Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed her, Grace wanted desperately to check to
see if her sister was breathing. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up
off the back of the chair, then lowered her. No response. Frowning, he knelt
down and whispered something in her ear.
His butt jerked into the air then, as the air wheezed out of his lungs. His
mouth formed a shocked 'o'. He looked like a fish because Gina had kneed him in
the balls. Exhilaration bubbled through Grace as Gina stood up and shoved Erik
rudely aside, staggered, then resolutely took hold of the chair she'd been tied
to. Raised it up, brought it down clumsily over his head. Erik hit the floor
like a rag doll, and Grace just stood there watching the blood trickle
hesitantly across the plastic on the floor. Then her sister was in her face,
gripping her arms, shouting at her. "Come on! Grace! Now!" Tugging her roughly
out of the room. Grace couldn't stop grinning.
Gina lurched out of the room, nearly hyperventilating as she dragged her addled
sister toward a flight of stairs. Her head spun, and she nearly tripped on the
carpeted steps, but she regained her footing by hanging onto Grace. They made it
downstairs, and as Gina looked wildly around for the door she noticed something
about the house they were in.
It was empty, nearly unfurnished, except for a desk near the bar that joined the
dining room to the spotless kitchen. On the desk, near a flickering computer
monitor, were some familiar items. Unthinking, Gina sprinted across the bare
living room and snatched up her purse. Then she saw her driver's license, next
to Grace's, near a keyboard. Her eyes flicked to the screen and she saw their
addresses and phone numbers, neatly entered into a database. Her unbearably
quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard,
trying to figure out the fastest way to erase the data, when she heard muffled
noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest of their stuff into her
purse. Grabbed Grace's backpack and ran back to her confused sister. Then she
spied the front door.
Plastic rustled upstairs.
"Come on Grace, come on!" she shrieked, grabbing her sister's elbow and dragging
her toward the big oak door. In a few strides, she was frantically working the
doorknob. It wouldn't turn. As she struggled in vain to open the door, she heard
a beep. The sound came from a cream-colored alarm panel on a nearby wall. The
security system wasn't there to keep burglars out; it was there to keep them in.
Gina heard groaning from upstairs. She jumped, completely hysterical now, and
looked around the room. There was a chair in front of the desk. And a window
next to the door. Brushing by Grace, she grabbed the chair and ran with all her
might toward the window. Threw the chair at the panes, through the paper blinds.
The sound of shattering glass was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard.
"Grace!" She hurled her younger sister toward the opening. Pushed her through
roughly without considering how far it was to the ground, stepped through the
jagged egress, and fell onto a hedge.
Moaning, she removed herself from the sharp branches and found grass under her
feet. A perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby,
on her feet, hunched over and clutching her side. Though Gina hurt all over and
she was bleeding a little, standing still was unbearable, so she launched
herself forward, catching Grace on her way out of the yard. The two of them
sprinted off, into the middle of the street.
They reached a street sign after running about twenty yards. Holding onto it
while she caught her breath, Gina glanced up. Sussex Lane. She knew exactly
where they were - a neighborhood away from Seth's. She glanced back down the
street to the house with the broken window and trampled hedge. No one had come
out the front door yet. None of the neighbors had come out, either. She wrapped
a sweaty arm around Grace. "C'mon kiddo," she gasped. "Let's get out of here."
Seth was starting to get more than a little worried. It was almost 1:00, and no
one knew where Gina was. She was supposed to call him after she picked up her
little sister from the party, so he could go over and laze around in bed with
her, but she never called. She wasn't home, and she wasn't at her mom's. There
was no sign of Grace, either (unfortunately, Seth had spilled the beans about
the rave). He'd spent the morning drinking coffee in his kitchen and having
hourly conversations with Gina's mom. You talk to her? No, you? No, not yet.
They were probably both over reacting, but they were also uncommonly intuitive
people. That's why Gina's mom liked him, Seth figured.
He turned up the CD player on the counter, trying to distract himself with some
old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was belting out one of his favorites:
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
He was just about to light another cigarette, when he heard his front door burst
open, followed by the sound of labored breathing.
"Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat.
The breathing continued in the living room. Cautiously, he peeped around the
corner from the kitchen. The cigarette dropped out of his hand.
"Gina!" He was at her side in two quick strides. Gina and her little sister were
doubled over, gasping for air. It looked like they had run here from the
neighboring county. They were both sweaty and looked like hell. Gina was wearing
her Hello Kitty nightshirt -stained with grass and blood - and those ridiculous
flip-flops. Grace looked even worse; her skimpy raver girl outfit was equally
stained and her face was smudged with makeup. One of her pigtails was mostly
unraveled. "Baby, what happened?" he asked his tiny beloved, putting a soothing
palm onto each girl's back.
Gina grabbed him tightly and pressed her face into his neck. Breathed for a
moment. Then looked up at him through her bangs. "Call the fucking cops."
The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon after, predictably
hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent Grace home with Mom, then talked to the cops
a bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took a shower and changed
into some things she kept in Seth's closet. Seth had pulled her into his lap and
pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for awhile, and
she didn't cry. Just clung to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked him to take
her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he could take a friend
and do it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The quicker she got her
life as close as possible to the way it was before last night, the better.
They pulled into the lot, next to Gina's little white car. There weren't many
people here this time of the afternoon. The sun pounded the blacktop in the
dirty parking lot, and the restaurant's air conditioner stuttered in the already
oppressive June heat. Gina could smell a dumpster through the open window. As
they stepped out of Seth's ride, her cell phone rang. A piece of paper fluttered
on the windshield of her car, trapped under a wiper blade. The humid breeze made
it rattle softly. Absently, she handed the phone to Seth.
"Yeah. Yes, 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 now. I'll relay the
message. So you went to the house. What about it?"
The paper on the windshield was plain and white. Folded. She slipped it out from
under the wiper.
"Empty? No furniture? No nothing? Really? And the owner? They don't know? Well,
you know how they are with records downtown."
Gina turned the paper over in her hands and unfolded it. There was one sentence
on it, printed in Arial. She covered her mouth and shuddered.
"Uh. I have to go. Yep. We'll be in touch." Seth materialized next to her.
"Kitten? Whatcha got there?"
She didn't answer, just raised her hand, the note delicately held between two
fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don't think you got away for good'," he read.
"Oh. Sweetheart."
She looked up at him. "Mind if I stay with you for awhile?" she asked, trying to
seem brave.
He knew her well enough to give her face; he didn't reach out for her. "No prob.
Should we tell Grace?"
"Depends on what the cops say."
"They want both of you downtown for an interview tomorrow."
"Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.
"You bet."
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 there. And
as she drove off slowly, she began to wonder how she was going to protect
herself and her sister from the likes of Erik.
FIN
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Story: Afterparty · Author: Aerosol Kid
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