"It's not paranoia if it's real," Frank said before attacking.<br/><br/>He had no idea how lucky he was. Seeing the buxom singer lounging by the pool, Frank figured he had plenty of time. So there was no sense of urgency as he traipsed to the motel desk, slipped the clerk a sawbuck and asked for the room number of Lauren de Salle.<br/><br/>"You won't forget her. Redhead. Built to kill. You get me, pal?"<br/><br/>The twenty something clerk grinned broadly. "Damn straight I won't forget. You an ex boyfriend? I'm sure a broad like that has a bunch."<br/><br/>Frank grinned. "Something like that."<br/><br/>It was a simple matter to pick the room's lock. But thanks to Lauren being scared away by the man in the grey suit, Frank barely made it in time. Within moments, he heard a female voice call out and he could have sworn he heard his name.<br/><br/>But Frank didn't have time to process that because before he knew it, the sliding door opened and in walked the gorgeous creature Lauren, padding barefoot in a bikini that struggled like mad to hold her.<br/><br/>Frank was coming out of the bathroom and pressed himself against the wall as she entered. Lauren took a seat on the bed.<br/><br/>Frank silently pulled his police issue handcuffs from his waistband.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and exhaled. This was it.<br/><br/>He heard her talking to herself, so he answered to throw her off, before clamping his right hand over her plump lips, unwittingly smearing his palm with red lipstick.<br/><br/>"Gotcha, songbird," he said, lifting her off the bed, pressing her back against his chest.<br/><br/>Frank kept his pistol in its ankle holster. He felt he could do this without it.<br/><br/>"I know who you are but I'm not here to hurt you...Lauren," he hissed into her left ear. "But I have a gun and I'll use it if necessary."<br/><br/>With that, Frank pulled Lauren back a few steps, his strong left arm clasped across her chest just below her zaftig boobs, which bounced deliciously with each step. His right hand remained clamped over her mouth like a vise.<br/><br/>"OK listen and listen good, songbird. You're coming with me back to Chicago. I'm being paid, I'm determined and I'm very good at what I do. If you give me a hard time, you WILL regret it."<br/><br/>Her gorgeous eyes were wide and blinking up at him. She screeched into his hand, then tried to talk.<br/><br/>"Yumrm irrmm grrmmm!"<br/><br/>Frank grinned. "You don't say."