One creamy breast had escaped from its bikini top prison in the struggle. While Frank wasn't unhappy about that...development, he figured the girl deserved some degree of dignity.<br/><br/>He approached the writhing beauty and, without fanfare, simply tucked the boob back into its bikini cup.  He also fixed her bottom, extricating it from her crack. He didn't say a word.<br/><br/>Next, Frank peered out the curtains briefly before closing them again. He pulled out a pack of Camels, withdrew one, and used an expensive looking lighter to start it.<br/><br/>He took in a drag of the cigarette, pulled a chair from the tiny round table, leaned forward and smoked his cigarette, looking at her through narrowed eyes.<br/><br/>"I'm not a rapist, Lauren," he said. "Let's get that straight. And I'm not a killer. So you're two to the good, doll."<br/><br/>Frank leaned back, his black T-shirt straining against his muscular biceps. "I'm just here to take you back to Chicago. That's all. But I get a lot of dough if I bring you back safely. Now you're three to the good."<br/><br/>Frank cleared his throat, coughed and took another drag of the Camel. "We can do this two ways. One, I keep you bundled up with your yap muzzled the whole way. Or two, you get to do things like sit in the front seat. We could even talk along the way."<br/><br/>Frank exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. "Which way we do this is up to you, Lauren."<br/><br/>Frank extinguished the Camel in the ashtray on the table, rose and went to her.<br/><br/>"Sit," he said, hoisting her off the bed and onto her bare feet. Next, he plopped her down in a chair. He brushed unruly red hair from her eyes and face.<br/><br/>"Nice swimming number," he said, glancing at her attire. "But I think it might be a size too small," he added with a grin.<br/><br/>Frank sighed. "We won't move until nightfall. But that gives me a lot of time to get you packed and prepared for our trip. I'll be asking you yes or no questions because I ain't taking that muzzle off you. Your eyes tell me that you'd scream like a banshee if I took it off. I can't afford that."<br/><br/>Frank went to the lamp this time and stripped it of its cord as well. Looking at Lauren, he pulled her bound feet back and ran the cord from her ankles to the brace connecting the chair legs below. He snugly secured it, the end result pulling her feet back so her toes dug into the cheap carpeting.<br/><br/>"I'm heading out soon. But before I go I'll stick you even tighter to that chair, doll. Capeche?"<br/><br/>With that, Frank grinned slightly at her.<br/><br/>"A caged songbird. That's what you are now, Lauren."