Without prompting, Frank started massaging Lauren's feet as he told her his life story.<br/><br/>Divorced parents when he was 12. Only child. Wanted to be a cop when he grew up.<br/><br/>High school crushes. Two years in the Marines. But he missed the war. Barely.<br/><br/>Did skip tracing for a bit, for a friend. Did some private investigator stuff, but unlicensed so it was under the table.<br/><br/>Got into bounty hunting about eight years ago. Got married and, not long after, divorced.<br/><br/>Favorite food is spaghetti. Hates eggplant, despite being Italian.<br/><br/>Has been shot three times. Broken ribs, kneecap and shoulder blade.<br/><br/>He came up for air, enjoying the feel of her soft, cool feet in his rough hands. He'd never been in the company of such beauty, in a social setting. A girl like Lauren was usually out of his league.<br/><br/>"So...there you have it. And you're still awake!"