Frank knew this moment would come. The girl couldn't go hours upon hours without peeing. He sighed after she grunted and motioned toward the bathroom.<br/><br/>"Figured as much. OK. Don't want you to pee your bikini bottoms."<br/><br/>Frank put his beer and chips on the table and went to her. He stopped before her, looking down at Lauren from his 6'2" frame.<br/><br/>"Some rules. The gag stays on. Remove it and the trip to Chicago will be the longest of your life. You get three minutes in the john. I will uncuff you but recuff your hands in front of you. Your ankles stay tied. You can hop to the bathroom or I will carry you. I know enough about the female anatomy to know that even with your ankles tied, you can spread your thighs enough to pee."<br/><br/>After the rules speech, which was greeted with rolling eyes, Frank knelt down and untied the cord connecting the singer's ankles to the chair rungs. Her scarlet painted toes wiggled in appreciation. Next, Frank unwrapped the electric cord attaching her buxom chest to the chair back.<br/><br/>"OK. Stand."<br/><br/>Frank took hold of Lauren's upper right arm and helped her to her bare feet. He fished the cuff key from his chinos.<br/><br/>"As soon as I unlock these, bring your hands in front and at your waist. Anything else and I'll hogtie you and toss you in the closet. Capeche?"<br/><br/>Frank sighed and unlocked the cuffs.