Lauren shivered at his last words. This all had gotten scary and big real fast.  “I’m scared, Frankie,” she confessed, even while she felt his reassuring caresses. “I don’t understand, why can’t we just run away?” Or tell them you shot me when I tried to run away. Take a picture with a camera while I pretend to be dead and send it to them.  And then we move to Canada, or Argentina.”  She wriggled her cushy tush on him and said “just you and me, babe. You and me.” He grabbed her and tickled her and she giggled. This is what she wanted a whole day to be like. How lovely that would be. A whole day of touching and exploring, cuddling, and love making. Of course some food and whispered talking as well. But she suspected that it wasn’t going to be that easy.<br/><br/>She wriggled out of his arms and sat up facing him. “My eyes are up here,” she giggled playfully at his silly face. But then his face became serious again.