We heard a shot just as weapproached the alley." What did you see after that?" A man holding a pistol in one hand and the collar of the shirt of a man...lumped next to him." Was the man dead?" I have no idea. All I know is that the man standing had shot the otherman." What did the shooter look like?" He was white, about five foot nine, judging by the height of the car.He had dirty blonde hair, a ruddy complexion, blue eyes and a crookednose. He had a small scar under his right eye. He wore black. Wiping his shoulders and down his hairy chest, she felt so safe and so secure, but the fire inside was taking a mind if it's own. She kissed his nipples rolling them with her tongue. Kissing the line of hair down to his stomach where the finest 6 pack could wait for her. Ticking his belly button she gasped as he pulled her hair back his fingers entangled enough to make her wince and squeal. What was he doing their love making had always been gentle sweet and safe. She was becoming a bit unsure. Rummaging in his jacket pocket, he tugged at his wallet. He pulled it free and he had snagged something with his hand. They were black, satin and they hung from his fingers to his obvious horror. Fackin’ ‘ell. Someone got lucky!” cackled the cabbie. He squirmed a little and smiled sheepishly. “Left ‘er mark too on yer neck!” The cackling grew louder, “Merry fackin’ Christmas eh? Eh?” He smiled uncomfortably. The raucousness of the cabbie’s laughter boomed through the Perspex wall between them.. Come to find out I was just fine, except for not being emotional enough to yell on command.Apparently red flags went flying up all over the damn place.I had just finished basic training when I received word my mother had died. I was granted emergency leave and I went... home.Mom was buried in the family plot, next to her parents. They'd died just after Ivan was born of some viral infection they'd contracted in South America while boating down the Amazon.It was a nice little cemetery, cool and.