"Ah," answered Lauren, feeling a slight swelling in Franks groin area pushing at her hip, "but they have no idea what we are capable of." She smiled at him and said, "how about a cup of coffee and we talk?"<br/><br/>She wriggled - not without some regret -  out of his arms and headed to the kitchen, swaying her hips just so, knowing he would be watching her.  She quickly put water to boil while she got the filter and the percolator ready over the coffee pot and grabbed mugs, and a few brownies. Anything to distract her from that swelling she had felt earlier. Not having a boy friend had a lot of advantages, but also some disadvantages and she knew it was only a matter of time before she and Frank would be explo -<i>stop it Lauren</i>, - she chided herself,  -<i>focus, your life is in danger and you're fantasizing about getting laid</i>-. Lauren sighed and called herself back down to sanity. Frank was right, they had stuff to do.<br/><br/>A little while later while they sat under the valiantly churning, but slightly wobbly ceiling fan, Lauren asked Frank.<br/><br/>"They don't want me dead. That could have been achieved for a fraction of what you said they were willing to pay you. Something else is going on here. Now we need to worry about them still wanting me, and wanting to take revenge on you, to boot. How do we get a normal life back?"