Michele's was still humping Angie's legs whilst her freehand gently held her sister's head and stroked her hair with her rednail-polished fingers.Mich...ele eased Angie back on to the bed and lay on top of her with hishand still between her legs manipulating her sex. She pushed hersister's skirt up around her waist, Angie lifting her sexy buttocks offthe bed to assist."Are you sure you want this?" Michele asked her sister, looking into hereyes."Fuck me you whore," was Angie's reply as she pulled. My current state of aliveness was about to surrender to a definite condition of deadness. Mr. Hillman's produce truck continued to stalk me.I knew that there was no way out, right up until I saw it.Snatching the wheel hard to the right, I almost missed the truck completely. My back bumper was smacked, hard, by the front end of the truck, and the car was thrown through the air toward the bank beside the road.My seatbelt held me firm, giving no slack to duck as the windshield caved in towards me.. I could see myself becoming her quite easily. The next girl was a sixteen-year-old Afro-American girl with long black hair down to her waist. She was a very attractive girl, with average grades and a job at a beauty salon helping out where needed. The third girl was a Japanese student of tiny proportions, which wasn't too unusual since she was the youngest girl at eleven years old. She was the top student in her class and had skipped a grade to get to that class. A real "brain" and a. I found the group again. Fifty more people were in line behind them. It was going to be a busy night."Hey." I approached the group and eyed them appraisingly. "You all together?" Yeah." One of the girls seemed to recognize that I worked for the club but the other two snickered at my appearance. I was used to it. It helped actually. "Quiet, you guys!" The smart one admonished.I'm tall and thin, with long hair and slightly almond eyes. Manga cute; most people at the club called me 'Bishie' and I.