Frank watched her walk away. He sighed. Those curves. Those swaying hips. Those legs.<br/><br/>When she was out of sight, Frank plopped his head back down on the pillow and ran a hand over his face.<br/><br/>"Oh Mama Mia!" Frank said to himself, out loud. The girl wanted more of him. Thank goodness for keeping himself in shape.<br/><br/>He propped himself up on the elbows before sliding out of bed, putting his briefs and socks back on and nothing else.<br/><br/>He padded to the kitchen. Lauren was wrong about the food inventory.<br/><br/>In a drawer in the bottom of the ice box were more provisions.<br/><br/>By the time Lauren emerged, Frank was in the kitchen, fixing two big ham sandwiches with Swiss cheese on rye bread. He also had a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup on the stove.<br/><br/>He looked up and smiled at her. "Hey gorgeous. Sit down. You want some 7 Up? There are several bottles in the ice box."