Frank barely managed to control his emotions when the oldtimer announced that he was there to inspect the cabin and make recommendations.<br/><br/>WHY hadn't anyone told Frank that this might happen?<br/><br/>The oldtimer took Frank around the perimeter of the cabin, pointing out rough spots and how he planned on addressing them.<br/><br/>Frank resigned himself: this inspection was going to include the interior. He frantically thought of how to explain a cuffed, barefoot, knockout redhead in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Turns out that Frank didn't have to do that, because Lauren laid it on thick. Instead of screaming for help, she went with the flow and laughed off the embarrassing situation.<br/><br/>Frank and she exchanged smiling glances. In that moment they were operating as a team. It was the first time they had truly joined forces.<br/><br/>The old man was finally gone, after giving Frank a written estimate of the repairs.<br/><br/>"Just put this on the kitchen table," the geezer said. "Landlord will see it next time."<br/><br/>Frank returned to the bedroom. Lauren was smiling coyly at him, swinging her left leg over her right.<br/><br/>"Thanks," he said softly.<br/><br/>Frank went to her and, before uncuffing her, he gently tilted her chin up and pressed his lips softly against hers. The kiss lasted a good 10 seconds. He pulled away and said, "For a moment there, I wished what you told the old man was true."<br/><br/>He was, of course, referring to Lauren's line about just getting ready to play.<br/><br/>Then, and only then, did he free her from the cuffs.