Frank enjoyed the feel of Lauren's soft, curvy body against him. And he was genuinely disappointed when she got up, even to just go to the bathroom.<br/><br/>"Fine. Be that way," he teased her as Lauren padded, forever barefoot, to the bathroom.<br/><br/>She started talking about dominoes.<br/><br/>"You mean something or someone that's gonna take out a bunch of others? Yeah that would be nice."<br/><br/>Frank peed and as he did, he couldn't help but think of Marty Pattin.<br/><br/>Marty was an old pal of Frank's from the Marines. And Marty was very...resourceful. That was one way to put it. Marty lived on the west coast so Frank didn't see him much anymore.<br/><br/>Marty could be the domino, in an indirect way. Last Frank knew, Marty was a bookie in LA. But Marty was well connected.<br/><br/>Frank considered tracking Marty down; it was worth a phone call.<br/><br/>Like, now.<br/><br/>Lauren fell asleep quickly. Frank decided not to lay down right away.<br/><br/>Marty was two hours behind them.<br/><br/>Frank didn't know if the number he had was still a good one. To his shock, Marty answered, stopping Frank in his tracks as he paced in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Frank? That you?"<br/><br/>It wasn't until after the 15 minute conversation that Frank finally slipped back into bed. Lauren was sleeping like a log.<br/><br/>And, after what Marty told Frank, the man lying next to the redhead bombshell fell asleep easily too.