<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5b5a/33ou2hc5dq5wb5r6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">She’s really not romantic.  Is ‘sexy brusque’ a personality trait?  She’s that.  <br/><br/>I pack my bag—panties, toothbrush, change of clothes.  What else?  And what does my sparse packing say about me?  Focused?  Too focused?<br/><br/>I hop into a car that takes me to the station.  The quick turnabout, my changed schedule presents no problems given what’s involved.  I walk onto the platform, spot my quarry and approach her.  I place my hands over her eyes, “Boo!”<br/><br/>I let my hands slide down.  “Whoever you’re meeting, dump them!  Take me!  I’m more fun.”  <br/></span>