She brushed her lips against Sian’s as she looked into Sian’s eyes. The brush became an extended kiss. Unlike the night before it didn’t ignite ...assion. Instead it was just soft and caring. When it ended, Bridget looked into Sian’s eyes again. ‘I meant it last night, Sian. I love you,’ she softly said. She hesitated for a few moments. ‘That’s all I can give now, Sian, just my love. I can’t think about the future, not now.’ Sian gently stroked Bridget’s face. It was troubled and Sian wanted to. I keep at it, but now my target lies a little lower. No, not that low, at least not yet. No, the next splash lands on her stomach, as do the following few. But then I decide that I don't like the long pause between each pour, so instead I simple tilt the candle and treat my lovely sister to a continuous rain of wax droplets. I let them fall in the areas that I hadn't covered before on her chest and lower torso.All right, all right, I'm getting to that! Sheeesh. My sister can be a little. Her shiny black hair was always tied back in a pony tail that never seemed to stop bouncing around.Alice was one of those women who didn’t appear to care that she was aging. She didn’t dye her hair to hide the gray. She wore conservative dresses around the house. She preferred sensible leather shoes without heels over sandals or high heels. When going to the beach, she changed into a one piece bathing suit which showed that she still retained a good figure.Stacy was nearly as conservative in. "Sorry to bother you Ma'am. Just doing our duty." Thank you officer. Have a good day." You too Ma'am."I sat there like the idiot that I am for about an hour before I realized what most likely happened and that the police were not going to show up after all.It hit me hard. I really was locked inside the Playboy Mansion with no way out. Normally that would seem like a good thing except I am stuck in a supply room. I began to look around. I looked up. Ah, an air conditioner vent. All I have to do.