Summer Holiday/Prequel.
Joe looked at his sister. "He looks promising," he said.
"He'd better be after the last one," Jane replied.
"He's twenty-two and good-looking, but not gay and he's never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of weeks. When I spotted him eyeing up the little girls at the pool, I was as sure as I can be."
"One thing's for sure... He isn't very security conscious; someone might have to give him a few pointers if it works out," Jane said.
A few taps on Joe's keyboard and subject No 47 came up on the screen. "He's looking at some skanky hotel in Alicante," he said. "I have sent him an offer he can't refuse.
Francis yawned. Friday afternoon and the beginning of a fortnight of sun, sea and, hopefully, sex. The hotel didn't look great but it was the best he could do on his limited budget. He was about to click 'confirm' when his computer chimed the arrival of an email from a holiday company he'd never heard of. It was a bargain offer for a four-star hotel on the Costa del Sol at a bargain price - all-inclusive and the flights included. Francis was no fool and swiftly checked out the company - it looked okay so he wasted no more time before clicking OK and sending his details. "Do you want a free taxi to the airport?" the website said. Again "Yes please.
"We're on," Joe said. He's not too bright - for all he knows we will take his money and vanish."
The next day Francis was just beginning to worry when his doorbell rang. A smart middle-aged lady in a grey uniform stood there. "Taxi to the airport, she said with an unmistakable American accent.
Jane offered to help with the luggage but a 20 kilo suitcase and a small bag were no problem for Francis. He made to get in the front of the car, but the driver insisted that he sat in the back, something about insurance.
What do you do?