"Well THAT was fucking interesting."<br/><br/>Frank sighed and tossed the bedsheet aside. Lauren was glaring daggers at him and her chest was heaving. It was actually quite delightful.<br/><br/>Saying nothing, Frank dragged her and the chair back to its original location. He sat across from her.<br/><br/>"OK, songbird. I said I would only ask you yes or no questions. I don't dare take the gag off so this will be an interesting interrogation," he said, setting the matter of her wardrobe aside for the moment. He lit another Camel.<br/><br/>"What the fuck was that all about? A casting agent named Frank. I'm going to say the name is a coincidence. You met that guy before, right? Nod or shake your head. If you lie to me...well, don't. I'll find out and now we're back to you spending the entire trip trussed and muzzled, no matter what. So...you met that guy? Short, pudgy?"<br/><br/>She nodded in affirmation, though it took her a pregnant pause in which to do so.<br/><br/>"And you told him that I was a casting agent? Or, rather, that you were here with a casting agent? Nod or shake."<br/><br/>She nodded.<br/><br/>Frank sighed, took a long drag from the Camel and looked away in thought. "Listen, doll. I don't know what you were cooking up but you're lucky that I got that fella out of our hair for the time being. He said his wife is a big fan of yours. Congratulations."<br/><br/>Frank stood and returned to the wardrobe, partially because he could only look at Lauren in her bikini and bound and gagged for so long before the sight became too pleasant and thus, distracting.<br/><br/>He took his time once again, pulling out potential garments for her for the trip. Then he selected shoes, ranging from strappy sandals to heels. But he didn't really want her to have any footwear of any sort. He preferred her barefoot. Psychologically, it would remind her that she couldn't run very far even if she did manage to escape.<br/><br/>The clothes began to pile up on the bed. Frank didn't pay her any attention. Dusk had arrived.<br/><br/>Again, pretending as if she wasn't there, Frank began picking finalists from the pile of garments. He found a suitcase of hers and plopped it on the bed, opening it and piling clothes inside.<br/><br/>Finally, he took a break from his task and looked at her. He saw that she was staring straight ahead. Probably the sight of him disgusted her.<br/><br/>"Hey songbird. Look at me. I have some more yes or no questions for you."<br/><br/>It dawned on Frank that he had heard Lauren sing a few times, but never really heard her speak. And he still hadn't."