"You got it, Frankie," she chirped and blew him a kiss.<br/><br/>Lauren watched Frank take the plates to the sink where he began to wash them. No guy she'd ever been with did that. No, they sat on their asses, professed their love and then expected her to take care of them and do the entire household.  She rose and headed to the bedroom where she repacked the suitcases, he had a small one as well, and it didn't take overly long while he pottered around in the kitchen washing things and straightening up. She was eager to get back on the road, even though she had become fond of the little cabin and it's secluded location in the desert. She stripped the bed and put a dollar bill on top of the laundry pile, and another one on the dresser for whoever would be coming to clean up. The dirty towels would soon be added to the pile after they were done freshening up.<br/><br/>"Frankie, I've put your clothes on the bed," she said, and headed to the bathroom.<br/><br/>She washed herself quickly with the washcloth, smiling at the pleasant tenderness between her legs. Goodness had they been randy, but she vowed to get Frankie to last just a little longer, for their mutual benefit. Make up wasn't a detailed affair this morning with only some eye-liner, mascara, lipstick and touch of powder.  Her hair went into a simple chignon, there was only so much she was willing to do for what would be a hot road trip. She grabbed her toiletries, and her used towels and washcloth and came out. Her clothes were waiting for her next to Frankies in the bedroom. Shorts, a top, ankle socks and comfortable shoes.<br/><br/>'<i>Posse' </i>she thought,<i>'that sounds so scary. Men with guns probably, willing to kill them both to get rid of an inconvenience.'</i>she shuddered slightly even in the increasing heat of the day.