While Frank hid behind the bathroom door trying to figure out how to tell Olga they were married without getting killed, he heard Olga climb out of bed and then he heard the rustle of a robe being put on.
Then to his dismay he heard her coming toward the bathroom. Olga walked into the bathroom and immediately saw the paper lying on the sink where Frank had dropped it. The look on Olga's face when she read what was written on the paper was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something else that Frank couldn't quite identify.
Before Frank had time to think of an intelligent thing to say Olga turned and saw him.
"Now Olga," said Frank Holding up his hands in defense, "before you fly off the handle I just want you to know that I'm just as puzzled by all of this as you are I can't remember what happened last night either."
"I believe you," said Olga, "but, what is William going to say." Frank gave a barely perceptible flinch at the mention of William Guthrie the wealthy senator that Olga had been dating for the last few months. Frank reminded himself that Olga's happiness was more important to him than his own. William still got on Franks nerves though. Frank had only met William twice and each time William seemed to rub it in that he had money and that he could give Olga the Royal treatment every time that they went out, not that Olga didn't deserve to be treated like a queen, but Frank just got depressed at the thought that he couldn't give Olga all the things that he wanted to give her.
"Mr. Parker." Olga's voice brought Frank out of his musings.
"Olga," he said, "we don't have to tell William or anyone else about this until after we get the marriage annulled, but will have to wait a couple of days to do it. This is a holiday weekend so the annulment courts are closed until Tuesday and this is Friday."
"So, we're stuck being man and wife for three days?" said Olga running her fingers through her hair.
"Yes," said Frank, "but at least we've got a plan."
"Alright," said Olga, "then we agree this marriage stays a secret until Tuesday then it will be annulled." Frank nodded and they shook hands to seal the deal.
"ARRGH!" the shout came from Frank's quarters and the tranquil atmosphere of the N.N.L. corridor was suddenly shattered into a thousand fragments. Ramsey, Talmadge, Olga, and Donovan came running up the corridor to Franks door just in time to see a flood of water come pouring out from under the door. A split second later the door opened and they looked up to see a soaking wet Frank Parker.
"What happened?" asked Talmadge
"The water pipe in the wall behind my shower just split wide open and drenched everything in the room including me I've got the valve closed off but the damage has already been done."
"Ramsey," said Talmadge, "call the plumber and tell him to get down here on the double. Donovan, call the quarter master and get Frank some dry clothes."
"There may be a problem with that," said Ramsey, "today is the plumber's day off he won't be back until tomorrow."
Talmadge furrowed his eyebrows then he looked up.
"Olga," he said, "Frank will camp out on your sofa tonight."
That evening Olga sat at her computer working on an article for the American Physics Journal, while Frank stood bare-chested in the Kitchen repairing a cabinet door that had broken earlier and nearly hit Olga on the head. Olga surreptitiously looked over the top of her laptops monitor at Frank Losing here battle against the strange distracted feeling that she had had ever since he had been there. Her eyes wondered absent-mindedly down his back.
"There that's that," Frank announced laying down the screwdriver and brushing his hands off. Olga snapped out of her preoccupation and quickly looked back at the monitor before Frank could realize that she had been staring at him. When she looked at the screen she was horrified to find that instead of By Dr. Olga Vukavitch she had written By Dr. Olga Parker!"
"How's it going," said Frank walking around the table so he could see the screen. Olga quickly deleted Parker and wrote Vukavitch before Frank could see it.
"Fine, Fine," she said quickly, relieved that Frank didn't seem to notice her nervousness. She stood up and walked into the kitchen. She began rummaging around in the cabinets until she came across a box of spaghetti.
"Mr. Parker," she said, she turned around just in time to look Frank straight in the eyes. As soon as their eyes met Olga began to feel that distracted feeling again.
"Um D-do like Pasta?" she stammered. Frank flashed his boyish grin.
"I like Pasta very much." He said quietly suddenly feeling nervous himself, was it just him or was Olga softer and more feminine in her mannerisms than usual. He jabbed a thumb nervously over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom,
"I-I'll Just clean myself up a little." With Frank found himself almost running for the bathroom. Olga put a pot on the stove and when the water was boiling she stuck the spaghetti noodles in to cook. And a few minutes later she had sauce and garlic bread cooking. As the food neared readiness Olga found herself dabbing a little perfume on her neck then she began to brush her hair. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.
"WHAT AM I DOING?" she said to herself. She plopped the brush down on the table resolutely.
"I am not going to primp for Frank Parker she told her reflection. But at the same time she noticed that she had already put on her new blouse and finished combing her hair anyway. Her reflection seemed to smirk at her and say.
"Too late," Olga had just dumped the spaghetti into the strainer and was turning to stir the sauce again when Frank entered the room. Olga stopped in her tracks half way between the pasta and the sauce. Frank was wearing black pants, a Dark blue button up shirt, and a dressy belt with a silver clasp. He had also shaved and put on cologne. Frank had stopped to notice that Olga was wearing a dark skirt and a low cut white blouse with intricate blue designs. But the cutest thing of wall was the fact that she was standing there barefoot. Suddenly at the same moment the realized that they were staring at each other and quickly looked away both blushing.
"Um-the p-pasta is ready," stammered Olga.
"What is the matter with me," she thought, "I've never been this nervous with William." Frank smiled and picking up the dishes began to set the table. Once that was done he walked into the kitchen where Olga was stirring the spaghetti sauce with a wooden spoon. She held up a spoonful for him to taste, but when Frank lightly placed his hand on her wrist to steady her hand she jumped and smeared sauce all over Frank's nose.
"Hey," hollered Frank grabbing for a towel, "that stuff is hot."
"Olga," Clamped a hand over her mouth to stiff the fit of giggling that she was having at the sight of Frank standing there with spaghetti sauce all over his nose.
"Are you laughing at me," said Frank as he cleaned the sauce of off his nose a smile teasing at the corner of his lips, Olga shook her head vigorously but the giggles kept on coming.
"Alright," said Frank with a mischievous grin, "let's see how you look in spaghetti sauce."
When Olga saw Frank grab for the spoon she let out a squeal and took off running. Frank, forgetting about the spoon, ran after Olga. He chased into the living room and around and around the sofa. The whole time they were laughing and giggling like couple of school-kids. Suddenly Frank vaulted over the sofa and grabbed Olga around the waste and they fell back onto the sofa in a giggling heap. In the next instant their eyes met and a split second after that Frank found Olga's arms around hisneck and her lips pressed to his!
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