Lauren stood up when she saw Frank's alarm and helplessly stumbled along when he pulled her into the bedroom and cuffed her to the bed. "Keep quiet," he growled at her, and looked about to leave when he gently patted her cheek and then kissed her on her lips. It was a short, but not a hurried kiss. It was a promising kiss and he left. She touched her lips, not entirely surprised, if so mostly that he already kissed her, she thought it would happen later that night or the next day. She had seen how he looked at her.<br/><br/>By now Lauren was certain that Frank would not let her come to harm, and so she remained silent, and strained to listen. She heard the voice of an older male and Franks voice, but couldn't tell what they were talking about, but Frank sounded calm and relaxed and so she understood the presence of the older man not to be a threat, which was good. The voiced became stronger as the two men approached the bedroom window and through the curtains she could just about make out the older man. He looked old, wore overalls and a t-shirt, and a straw hat. He was looking at the house and pointing things out to Frank who was chatting with him, but looked a little impatient. The voices receded as they went to the other side and eventually could be heard inside. Lauren thought the old man might be a caretaker of sorts, he didn't look like a hired killer or a hunter like Frank, so in all likelihood he was just an old man here at the wrong time. She positioned herself on the bed and hiked up her skirts to show plenty of creamy soft leg, and unbuttoned her blouse a bit more to show some of her bounteous cleavage. She didn't want the old man to get hurt so she would act as best as she knew how.<br/><br/>When the door opened she said coquettishly and with a little pout, "darling...you can't just leave me hanging here...."<br/><br/>And then she looked at the old man and giggled, "Oh ooops, Mister, you really came at a bad time, we were just about to play."