Frank smirked when Lauren asked for a modicum of privacy. He decided to not be an asshole, and turned around.<br/><br/>She wanted to put shoes on. What didn't she hear? But suddenly she was throwing shoes at him like a machine. And enjoying it a great deal.<br/><br/>It felt good to tackle her and wrestle with her. Frank had to admit that. He would sometimes watch pro wrestling on Dumont and when they brought out the lady wrestlers, Frank fantasized.<br/><br/>So it was an added perk that he got to roll around with the buxom Lauren, even without the bikini on. He won, of course. Got her cuffed and roped. The lamp cord was again snugly connecting her ankles. Lauren had very delectable calves and feet.<br/><br/>Frank got off the bed to catch his breath. He really needed to kick the Camels.<br/><br/>"I'm going to clean out your car," he said. "Meanwhile..."<br/><br/>Frank slid the redhead off the bed, grabbed the phone cord and hefted Lauren over his shoulder. He smacked her ass again and carried her to the bathroom.<br/><br/>He got her into the small shower. There, he wound the cord around her cuffed wrists and pulled her arms up behind her, attaching the other ends of the cord to the towel rack and tying them off. This forced her to bend over slightly, showing off her ass.<br/><br/>"Be back in a bit, Lauren."<br/><br/>He winked at her and left.