The meal that Frank enjoyed with Lauren further emphasized the redhead's sensuality. Frank was beginning to gain an internal appreciation for so many little things the woman did.<br/><br/>The way she practically made taking food from his fingers into a sexual act. Her body language and how she rubbed her bare feet gently against him. Even the way she tossed her head to move her hair out of her face.<br/><br/>None of that could she do when she was trussed like a turkey and gagged into virtual silence.<br/><br/>The spaghetti hit the spot. Then again, it always did with Frank. The only bad spaghetti dinner he ever had was at Aunt Lottie's house when he was an adolescent. She was his mom's sister; the French side of the family. Aunt Lottie's pasta was always overcooked and her sauce was sour. Frank remembered it as stewed tomatoes poured over noodles.<br/><br/>Frank enjoyed the outdoors. He was a fisherman in his down time and he liked to chop wood, hike, camp and the like.<br/><br/>"I wanna quit. I really do. Maybe a strong woman could help me," he said with a wink.<br/><br/>"Look, Lauren. I don't want to jump to conclusions here, but I think we're both thinking the same thing. Just know that in my case, my feelings for you are strong even without...that. But if we...you know...then it won't be just some wam bam thing for me."<br/><br/>Blushing, Frank took a healthy bite of garlic bread, hoping that he didn't just ruin things with his stupid big mouth.