She knew it too, for in the last photo, she had a knowing smirk on her face. That evening, she arrived at 7pm. He led her into the living room and the... chatted over wine. He’d transformed his spare room back into a photography studio. He grabbed her hand and led her into the room. He watched her intently as she looked around. He couldn’t tell if she was pissed, pleased or freaked out. She threw her head back and let out a raucous laugh. “Oh my god”, she said, “This is too much!” He couldn’t. As you may guess, it wasn't for me. This establishment catered to the former clientele yet didn't forget there was often someone like me tagging along."You try those on and I'll be back in a few moments." The mid-forty-year-old lady came up to me and smiled professionally. "Is there anything I can get you, sir?" No thank you. Just don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living." Old joke - you'll understand if you have ever been in the military. She smiled at my feeble attempt at humour and retreated. He was two years older than I, and he was my brother.He had just turned thirty two when he started having pains under both his arms and a tightness in his throat. Having never had a real illness before, Willie did his best to ignore things in the hope that the discomfort, whatever it was, would soon go away. Two months passed by, and still the pain under his arms remained, and the throat tightness got progressively worse, rather than better. In the end, it was Frannie, his wife, that finally. The brutish creature keeled over on its front, squealing in agony.John shot two more pirates as they struggled to regain their footing, the hollow point rounds painting the walls with copious amounts of blood. He looked over the railing and made eye contact with the terrified Federation crew woman. “Move!!!” He barked, pointing to a stepladder built into the wall to her side. The woman managed to gather her wits enough to stumble over and begin climbing the rungs of the ladder.The pirates were.