As they sat back and popped the tops, both taking long pulls and all that could be heard was content sighs. They looked at each other and laughed. “...etter Frankie?” Lance asked smiling. “Much, my friend. Much better, thank you,” Frankie replied. “Really nice place, very well laid out and decorated. Homey and comfy, did you do all this Lance?” “Yep all me, I love to pick out my own things, my taste you know makes it all mine,” He laughed tossing another beer to Frankie. They drank and stared at. Spencer just sat up in bed and thought about how great of a night's sl*ep he had gotten. He was out cold all night. Above, he heard Carly moaning and groaning."Its fine, k*ddo!" Spencer shouted towards the ceiling, "It’s just school... like you go to every Thursday." Spencer chuckled to himself as he heard her curse several times, and started stretching. "Is there anything you want for breakfast, Carly?" he called out again."Ummm... no, don't worry about anything. I'm fine" he heard Carly call. "What are we doing?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "What do I mean? I'm in a pink dress and you're in a skirt and a blouse! Why is she doing this to us? This is going to be on national TV," he said, pointing to the camera mounted into the wall. "I'll never live this down. All my friends will make fun of me for the rest of my life. What woman could possibly be worth all this?" "We signed a contract. We can't leave until the next 'rose' ceremony. And security won't let us leave, and they won't. , she went by his office and asked him if he was going to be here much longer, as she was thinking of leaving right away. His quick mind considered how nice she had been to him in the past week, and reasoning that she had finally made up her mind to give him a chance, he told her to hang on a couple of minutes while he shut down his work station.They walked out of the office together and on their way out he offered her a ride home, then he offered her dinner on the way, both of which she.