Lauren laughed. She’d<i>like</i>this? He was making it sound like a god damned honey moon! She was a barefoot prisoner, handcuffed only now, but that solely on the premise that they were in the middle of nowhere. She had liked the motel in Phoenix just fine, thank you very much!<br/><br/>By now she realized that it was unlikely that he would kill her, but he was still traveling with her to her death and his twenty five hundred bucks. Being civil to him was not her intention, but at this point a necessity as it kept her with minimal restraints.<br/><br/>Lauren sat where he had placed her and watched him carry in stuff until he was breathing hard.<i>There! </i>That was her advantage. He was physically stronger but she had better lungs, he got winded quickly.<br/><br/>“Sorry for not helping, Frankie darling,” she said airily as she stretched out her naked legs, “but I’m a tad tied up at the moment!”  And she grinned at him darkly. Take that! Asshole!