Lauren was lovely. It wasn't a new revelation but it was true. Lovely. That's the word Frank landed on. It fit.<br/><br/>Oh, she was so many other things, of course. Sexy. Beautiful. Feisty. Sensual. Smart. Witty. Playful.<br/><br/>But add it all up, and you get lovely.<br/><br/>So despite the gravity of the situation, Frank just couldn't help himself.<br/><br/>When she reached over with one of her painted talons and wiped his mouth, Frank had no choice but to grab it and lick it. Lauren had the best tasting fingers of any girl, as well.<br/><br/>"I want to just stay here all day and make sweet love to you until the cows come home," he said plainly after releasing her finger. "Just nothing but me, you, this cabin and my dick and your pussy," he said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"Is that too much to ask?"<br/><br/>Before she could answer, he turned serious. "Marty says the next 48 hours are crucial. If we can stay one step ahead of them for 48 hours, he says we can get our asses to California and he can help us much easier because then we'd be local."<br/><br/>Frank finished his breakfast, sighed and downed more coffee. "Once we're in California we might have to get a fresh start. New names. New identities. Hell, you can pursue an acting career. I'll be your agent."<br/><br/>He chuckled and took her soft hand. "I know you can't say it yet but I don't care. I love you, Lauren. And you can't stop me."<br/><br/>He rose and took their plates to the sink. He looked out the window above the sink, affording him a view of the gravel road.<br/><br/>He turned and looked at her. "We should pack up. Won't be long before they send their posse."