Frank stayed silent through most of the trip. He was the brute force and he knew it. The armored car ride wasn't anything to write home about. With all the bumps on the road, there was no way he was going to start his play. One wrong bump and his playtime was cut short. That wasn't his idea of fun at all. Orders were to be obeyed when they suited him. In this case, not playing with the cunts suited him just fine.<br/><br/>Once they were in the non-descriptive van, Frank leaned against the wall of the van in the very back and tried to take a nap. he wasn't need now. Of course, his nap was interrupted when two of the cunts began arguing. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. Neither could Curly since he had slammed the boss bitch's head against the metal side of the van.<br/><br/>"Hey, boss bitch, I'll pray with ya," he called out. "Since your arms are tied up, just clasp your hands together. I'll lead the prayer, that ok with you?"