Lauren watched the cloud of dust as Frank drove off and she went back inside to tidy up. She also pulled out all of the clothing from her suitcase to fold  neatly as Frank has pretty much tossed them in there. She still mourned her car in Phoenix and would arrange to mail her keys and have someone sell it for her, unless Frank has better plans. Things sure changed an awful lot in a day’s worth of time.  Today though, she decided as she closed the suitcase, was their day. They would eat and they would make love, and get some sleep, tomorrow would be there soon enough.<br/><br/>She thought of his big hard hands on her soft skin, a thumb calling out a nipple to play, and she bit her lower lip feeling a tingle just as the mental image.<i>Oh my</i>, she thought...<i>what am I doing, I’m just a lounge singer, not some cool chick like in the pictures doing daring things and playing with bad, but oh so handsome boys. But a bad boy this one is, in such a good way</i>. She walked out to the porch and saw far away the glint of metal in a car roof and the approaching dust cloud. He was heading back, and it had only been an hour, she smiled. Tonight was going to be amazing.