7:45 a.m.<br/><br/>Frank thought he was having a wet dream. But it seemed very real.<br/><br/>It was.<br/><br/>He blinked his eyes open to see lovely Lauren---lovely, sexual Lauren---perched on top of him. He didn't feel his morning erection right away. Often, the morning wood was SO hard that it almost lacked in sensitivity. And this one was like a damn flagpole.<br/><br/>"Help me," he said jokingly and softly. He had no idea what time it was but the birds were in full song and it was light out.<br/><br/>He placed his big hands on her waist and undulated a bit under her. He still wasn't fully awake.<br/><br/>"You don't miss out on any opportunities, do you, doll?"<br/><br/>Frank grinned then closed his eyes, as he experienced his first twinge of the day.<br/><br/>The hell with everything else. Why couldn't he and Lauren just run away together?