Frank plopped the redhead onto the bed.<br/><br/>"OK I'm going to load the car, Lauren. I already cleaned out your car of what we might need and it's all in my Packard. Just lie there and look fetching."<br/><br/>Frank made a couple trips to the car and back, loading her suitcase and the provisions. His second time back to the room, he was carrying coils of rope.<br/><br/>He set the rope on the table and, using his Swiss army knife, he cut several different lengths.<br/><br/>Frank looked at the bound and cuffed Lauren.<br/><br/>"No more electric cords. I'm going to properly tie you up."<br/><br/>And did he.<br/><br/>When he was done, Lauren was trussed at the ankles, just below her knees and her arms were pinned to her torso between the elbows and biceps. He even ran a length of rope to fasten her cuffed wrists to her ankles.<br/><br/>"There. My sweet little turkey."<br/><br/>Without saying another word, Frank hoisted the sexy bundle over his shoulder. He stepped outside via the sliding door. His Packard was now where he moved it, not more than 25 yards away. No one was at the pool anymore.<br/><br/>Frank briskly carried his prize to the car, sliding her onto the backseat.<br/><br/>Within moments they were on the road. It was just past 10:30.<br/><br/>They drove a good 30 minutes before Frank said anything, though he occasionally checked on her via the mirror.<br/><br/>"Dammit. I have to pee."<br/><br/>Sighing, he pulled down an isolated dirt road off the highway. He did his business behind a bush and returned to the car. From the cooler he had in his trunk, he pulled out a canteen of water. It might have had a metallic taste but it was safe to drink.<br/><br/>Frank opened the car door and looked at Lauren. "Water break?"