Frank gives Tony some backbone

When Frank got back with the wine Tony was looking nervous and chagrined.

"She's really annoyed, man. Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he muttered.

"Are you a man or chicken Tony?" Frank growled. "You just got a taste of something good and you have a chance to get this sold little wife of yours warmed up and fucked hard. I say we go to your Airbnb, we all have a glass of wine, and before you know it, Sandra the ice queen will be begging for cock. Are you gonna man up, or what?"

Tony looked nervous, then took a deep breath and nodded, a nervous smile flickering on his face. He led Frank down a residential side street where a large house loomed on a corner lot.

"Our place is in the laneway house at the back," Tony said, pointing to a path. Frank smiled as he noticed the seclusion of the place, and that the orgasmic howls that would soon be issuing shouldn't draw much attention.

"I'm home honey," Tony called as he opened the door. "Mr. Castillo is here too. He'd already bought some wine and it seemed rude not to bring him along."

Frank heard an exasperated sigh from another room, then the sound of footsteps approaching. A smug looking brunette answered, casting an annoyed glance at Tony before forcing a semblance of a smile onto her face.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Castillo," she said, offering him her hand. "Tony says you're an expert on France."