He could speak six languages without a hint of an accent. The ability to understand Italian Opera was his reward for the effort it took to reach that ...level of proficiency.Max the Enforcer was simply another language, a tool, a method for blending in. No one had called him by his real name in over fifteen years. To everyone who knew his true name, he was dead, lost in an operation deep in a godforsaken Columbian jungle. Now, for the time being, he was Max the Enforcer. From experience, he knew. As usual I was in the free weights area, 45 minutes in, and the sight of the fit women on the various cardio machines was becoming increasingly distracting. Then my attention was caught by the blonde on the pecs machine. Tall and muscular, but not overly so. She was moving quite a hefty weight, and her pecs and breasts were certainly firm and taut as she increased the pace and reps. The sweat was running off her, with the dampness ensuring her top was clinging tightly to her firm body. She. You should've heard him girls. He was loud enough to wake a rock."The girls start giggling.Nick said, "Ha-Ha, you are very funny."Petra still digging, said, "If you will hurry up and get dressed, the girls and I will take you to lunch." One of these days I am going to bend you over my knee and spank you."Petra, laughing, said, "Do you promise?"Nick, knowing his wit had eluded him, headed for the shower.Petra said, "Don't go away mad, Nick." I am not mad."Petra said, "Yes you are. I see your. And was silent.Simone, she's so smart, started reciting the Preamble to the Constitution, followed by the Gettysburg Address, and the Declaration. That must have been the right thing to do, because the room said, "Ah ... American english, with a minuscule Germanic accent, mid 20th century. You have a lovely voice, my dear. Allow me to introduce myself. I am (something quite unpronounceable). You may call me Ship, and you?"As if it were an everyday occurrence, Simone curtseyed to the compartment.