Frank drove to the diner and ordered a spaghetti dinner for himself and fried chicken for Lauren. He waited at the counter for the food to be prepared, where he got some approving looks from the waitress working the area.<br/><br/>"Hey handsome. You new in town?"<br/><br/>The woman looked to be in her 40s and was curvy in her own right, with jet black hair and blue eyes. She was pretty.<br/><br/>"Yeah just kind of passing through," Frank said with a small smile.<br/><br/>"Shame," the waitress, whose name tag said Carmen, sighed as she wiped down the counter. "We could use some more lookers around here."<br/><br/>Frank chuckled and looked around. He was one of only five patrons in the joint. "Slow night?"<br/><br/>"They're all slow, sweetie," Carmen said. "But we do a great breakfast and lunch business. We have Eggs Benedict to die for," she said with a lingering smile. Frank nodded and averted further eye contact.<br/><br/>The food came and Carmen tossed salt and pepper packets and napkins into the bag, along with something else that Frank didn't notice.<br/><br/>On the way back, Frank thought about lovely Lauren, waiting for him in her bare feet. There was something about that, that made him feel strangely masculine and in control.<br/><br/>But his thoughts drifted to naughtier ones, such as the bedroom. Lauren probably wasn't one to easily cede control there.<br/><br/>He entered the cabin toting the bag of meals and extra biscuits that Lauren wanted.<br/><br/>"Honey I'm home!"<br/><br/>Frank grinned as he emptied the contents of the bag onto the table. Along with the packets and napkins tumbled a piece of paper---the back of a blank bill.<br/><br/>LA7-5632 CARMEN<br/><br/>The writing was distinctly feminine and of course, Lauren found it before Frank did.<br/><br/>"I got you fried chicken, doll. Everyone likes fried chicken. And I got the biscuits," he added proudly.