Frank had to ignore the sensational feeling of the redhead's shapely body pressed and squirming against him. It wasn't easy. He didn't intend to make the snatch with her in a bikini, but sometimes the job had its perks.<br/><br/>Suddenly the girl's eyelids fluttered and shut. She went limp.<br/><br/>Frank kept his hand over her mouth, even as she slithered down his chest. It was all too abrupt. And fake.<br/><br/>"Nice try, doll."<br/><br/>Frank didn't have time for games. He had a job to do and twenty-five hundred clams to collect, so Frank's next move was to push Lauren onto the bed, on her tummy. Freeing her mouth temporarily, he shoved her face into a pillow and wrenched her arms behind her, partially sitting on her ass, which was shaped like a ripe nectarine. Caught in her bad acting, the redhead wasn't limp anymore.<br/><br/>But he got the cuffs on her rather easily because Frank must have cuffed over a hundred people in his day, from big, bruising greasers to petite chicks.<br/><br/>But he had to address her mouth, and fast. She lifted her head off the pillow and was ready to scream bloody murder. Frank couldn't have that. Even though her abdomen was pressed against the bed and Frank was sitting on her, reducing her airflow, he knew that she was a singer and voice trained. Which meant she knew how to produce sound from her diaphragm, even if it was constricted.<br/><br/>Frank was prepared, of course. From the pocket of his black chinos he produced a large blue bandana. He quickly balled it up and jammed it into her mouth, shoving it past her teeth with his strong fingers. It was then that he noticed the lipstick on his calloused palm.<br/><br/>But he wasn't done shutting up this songbird.<br/><br/>He yanked out another similar bandana, twirled it into a braid, and pulled it between her teeth, nestling the first bandana ball deeper into her mouth. He tied the ends off behind her head.<br/><br/>Next were her feet. Those perfectly pedicured feet. Yummy.<br/><br/>Frank yanked the phone cord out of the wall and ripped it from the unit. Easy. He then gathered her ankles, tucking her shapely calves inside his left arm pit while he quickly wrapped the ankles with phone cord.<br/><br/>It was like roping a calf in a rodeo.<br/><br/>When he was done, Frank stood to catch his breath. Lauren's red hair was all over place. Her eyes blazed. She was madder than a wet hen.<br/><br/>Frank calmly walked to the room door, placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outside knob, and closed the door.<br/><br/>"I'm parched. What I wouldn't give for a cold beer."