Frank chuckled at Lauren's assertion. "Oh is that so?"<br/><br/>She climbed on his lap and played with his hair lovingly. It felt nice. Frank had NO idea when a woman had last done anything like that to him.<br/><br/>Her boobs were almost falling out of her blouse as they were pressed against his chest. Frank recalled that moment soon after he trussed her up, when he saw a boob escape the bikini.<br/><br/>Frank did indeed think of doing more than just tucking the wayward breast back into its bikini cup. But this was never supposed to be about that. This was to be a professional job, through and through. In other words, no playing with the merchandise while it was still in its packaging.<br/><br/>But now those feelings returned. This wasn't the same job anymore. So why couldn't Frank just...<br/><br/>He brought his left hand up and squeezed her right boob a little. Not in a groping fashion; more like how someone would choose melons at the market.<br/><br/>That was it. Just a few gentle squeezes. Just testing the waters.<br/><br/>"You don't need to cook. There's a diner down the way a couple miles. I could pick us up something. I'd suggest we have dinner there but I don't want to take the chance of anyone seeing us together, laughing and talking and enjoying dinner."