"Frank's?" She stopped to look at him, her hands still very firmly planted on her slender waist. "Frank's? So what, he just decided to fuck someone in our car? Or you were doing him?" She held up her hand. "You know what? I don't care. I officially no longer care. I just don't want to have to find anymore panties in the car. And they're not even panties!" she cried in exasperation, clearly not done just yet. "It's fucking butt floss! Why put anything on at all?!"