In his slumber, Frank dreamt about Lauren. Literally. There were two dreams. The first involved Lauren in some sort of carnival, as an exhibit. She was dressed in a jungle girl outfit, like in those old serials from when he was a kid. She was all chained up. In the dream, Gordon was like a barker.<br/><br/>The second dream seemed very real. It was Lauren, calling to him frantically because she had to pee.<br/><br/>"FRANK!! I NEED TO DRINK WATER AND I HAVE TO PEE!!"<br/><br/>He blinked his eyes open. The sofa was OK but he woke with a stiff neck. It wasn't a dream after all because she yelled something about her head exploding.<br/><br/>He missed the gag, a man's best friend sometimes with dames.<br/><br/>Sighing, he yawned and padded into the bedroom, his bleary eyes going wide when he saw what she was up to.<br/><br/>"Oh no you don't," he said before advancing toward her and punishing her with a perfect slap on her nectarine.<br/><br/>"What did I do that for? I have to explain it you? You were trying to get loose!"<br/><br/>She barked out beverage orders. Oh, to have the gag back on her!<br/><br/>"You can pee. But this ain't a diner. You want coffee and water, there's a stove and a coffee percolator in the kitchen."<br/><br/>Frank grumbled as he uncuffed her. But the truth was, he wanted a cup of joe too.<br/><br/>"I'll make the damn coffee," he said, trying to sound bothered.<br/><br/>He slapped her butt again, but not as hard.<br/><br/>She was fun to spank.<br/><br/>Frank padded to the kitchen, still trying to wake up. Then he recalled the dream with Lauren in chains. He smiled softly.