<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Lisa Stepurin<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Mansion's Porch<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Gilda, Madeline, Greggor, Tim<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/>Lisa blushed a little as the innuendoes continued to fly between Gilda and Greggor.  Maybe she'd been wrong about why there were several girl's underwear in her backseat?  Or maybe she'd had a threesome with some guy back there... although she suspected that it would be a tight fit even for just two girls to try to have sex in the backseat of a bug.  She blushed picturing it, swallowing quickly as she tried to focus back on the conversion.<br/><br/>"You like faerie tales?" she asked Madeline encouragingly, grateful for a subject for her mind to to latch onto that didn't involve excessively cramped sex acts.  "I do, too, except the part with the girls always needing to be rescued.  I mean, would it kill them to have had a little more girl power?  Or at least a few less yawn inducing Prince Charmings?  I wish more faerie tales the girls rescued themselves, you know?  Princesses really needed some feminism."<br/><br/>She fell silent, watching nervously as Tim retrieved the rock, her eyes widening at what he was saying.  She couldn't believe that he was just going to go and smash a<em>window</em>.  Those cost money, and it as illegal, plus then there'd be glass<em>everywhere</em>.  She could still remember when she was ten and her dad had been gone for work for four days and she'd accidentally dropped her favorite juice glass on the ground and it'd shattered and she'd had to clean it up.  She'd cut her fingers really badly, and she'd had to climb on top of the sink looking for bandaids... and then Tim was unlocking the door and heading inside.<br/><br/>"You're really just going in?" Lisa asked nervously.  "But... but what if they aren't home?  Or... are we sure this is the right address?  Or what if they call the police... or have a gun?  Or several of the above?"<br/><br/>When she realized that yes, they were planning on just<em>walking in</em>she looked over at Madeline and spoke very quietly so that the guys couldn't hear her.  "I'm really glad Gilda let me put her bike in the car... I'm starting to think if Tim left first I wouldn't find it again."