.. busy. But, recently, I've experienced a renewedinterest in writing, and this little drabble of a story is the firstto see the light of day. I hop... you all enjoy it.I dedicate this story to all the Usual Suspects -- Wendy-J, P.J.Wright, Janice Dreamer, Carrie Gore, among others -- all authorswhose work always astounds me and causes me to aspire to be bettermyself.This story may ONLY be posted at FictionMania unless the individualwishing to post it elsewhere contacts me (at chilli_tng at. ." Is there an Egyptian on board, brown skinned not too tall?"The porter crinkled his nose in distaste. "Oui, the Egyptian is staying in the cabin beside yours."That explains how Aket disappeared so quickly last night, she thought. "And there's no Negro with him?"The porter sighed, exasperated. "Non, Mademoiselle, there is no Negro staying with him. There is only his wife, a rather large woman, but is is hard to tell with Muslim women being covered up by those heavy burqas. Look, there she is,. She studied the wide shoulders, muscle-rippled back, firm buttocks and sturdy legs. “Can’t see any damage but, then again, you’re well tanned. Probably take some time for any bruising to show.”Carl turned back and looked briefly into her sparkling brown eyes, glanced at her wide mouth and then stared at her breasts and prominent nipples.“Oh boy,” she said with a grin and chuckle and looked down at his burgeoning cock. “I think you’d better get back to your sunbathing up yonder. C’mon, I’ll help. In the end it was so simple, look on your keyboard and you will see. Account Name: asdfg, Password: zxcvb and I was in.It was the Swiss Central Bank and it allowed me at the highest level. Account numbers and passwords were all there laid out before me. I logged off and set about thinking what I could do. One, I wanted lots of money but two, I didn't want to spend any time in jail.The next night I logged on again, I went searching for a particular type of account. One with a lot of money in it.