Frank grinned and nodded. Turned out his mouth wasn't so big after all.<br/><br/>"We do, Lauren. We sure do have something going on. I'm glad I didn't ruin it!"<br/><br/>He even warmed to being called Frankie, which was now making a comeback after a 35-year hiatus. Even his mother didn't call him Frankie; just his pals in Brooklyn. To his mother, Frank was Francis, his given name. Frank begged her not to call him that in front of his friends.<br/><br/>As Lauren cleaned up the kitchen, Frank slipped his arms behind her, just above her waist, and nuzzled her neck, dotting it with kisses. His strong hands roamed upward and started to call her boobs out to play.<br/><br/>She smelled so good.<br/><br/>"Tell me something," he breathed into her ear. "What do you like to have for breakfast? Because ole Frankie is gonna cook it for you while you stay lazy in bed tomorrow morning."