"Imagine – A massive yacht. Large pools, tons of booze, luxurious suites, basically everything for the perfect vacation." She had said while you wer... starting to kiss her neck again, one of her hands coming up to cradle your cheek and look down into your eyes. You could see how hers were shining in excitement as she talked about this new project that still needed to be worked out further, but she had clear blueprints in mind already. "There would be cameras all over the place to make a show out. All of them used to work regularly 9-5 so almost always there was no-one around there during the day at all. My sister lived away and had given me a key to call in and pick things up or do some odd jobs.Pantie-Wanker Heaven!One way or another I was often there. I always arrived at around 9:30 am after everyone had left for work. Usual routine: turn off the alarm (the fact it was on when I arrived meant that I knew there was no-one at home), put the snip down on the front door lock so as not to. Nathan wandered into the kitchen at the back of the house and shouted through, ‘I’ve got orange and grapefruit.’ ‘No pineapple? Ah well, orange please.’ After he’d supplied me with my drink, he sat down on the office chair in front of his desk and said, ‘Right Manni, have a look around and tell me what you’d do to sort this place out.’ I looked around and said, ‘I have absolutely no idea.’ Nathan gazed at me quizzically, ‘Why do you say that?’ ‘Well for one thing, is this a living room or an. Susan was there taking care of the office as yet another accident outside Leavenworth took place making Jenkins the one to answer the call. This left Cal and PD alone with Susan."The reports were faxed in overnight," Susan handed each a copy. "All the DNA is a match. Now all we have to do is catch the son of a bitch." What does the FBI profiler say?" Cal asked."He's supposed to fax it over later today. I did a little profiling of my own," Susan said. "A white male, professional something or.