" Okay, okay, do I have time to take a piss?" If you hurry."Eddie went to the head and I quickly changed, putting on my bikini, a pair of socks and my...running shoes. When my brother got back to the room, he laughed at me."Is that what you're going to wear?" Yup, is it okay with you?" Yeah, it's fine with me, but don't get mad at me if I drag you in the bushes and try to take advantage of you." Hmmm, sounds promising, maybe I'll run topless." Come on," Eddie chuckled, "Let's get going."We left. As always, I only write from my own personal experience and none of my stories are fiction or made up at any point. With all due respect to fantasy writers, I find that writing from experience, or at least based on reality brings depth to the stories. Philosophy aside, let me delve into the story.It was a couple of years ago when I was active on Facebook that I received a friend request from a woman. From the pictures, Shweta looked every bit the typical Indian woman, a couple of pictures of. “I already have the movie picked out.”“You have everything planned, don’t you?” Anders asks, still smiling.“Of course,” she confirms. “I’m optimistic that we can make this work. I’m going to get ready. Why don’t you shower and get ready yourself?”Anders nods, but says nothing more. He watches her get up and follows her, his eyes moving with the sway of her hips until she disappears into the bedroom. Already Ander has forgotten about what took place earlier in the day. Already the man has. He will translate into English, French or classical Arabic as you wish, though I would prefer English." English will be fine," said the policeman."Are they here or in San Servolo?" Signore, they are here. We do not send people to San Servolo unless they are convicted criminals."On the cell 'phone Princess Elaheh had given him he explained what he wanted and what the plan was. She agreed immediately and despatched Hameez to Mestre by helicopter.After making the call Jeremy continued, "Dottore, I.