" You didn't ask for jam did you?" replied Reg."Yes I did,it is on my copy list here so it should be on the list I gave you." Oh yes,so it is...sorry.... Well sorry isn't really good enough is it?" she said with a slight smile appearing on her attractive face."I will go and get it now," said Reg. "Yes you will and when you get back here I will give you a spanking." Oh yeah,very funny." I am not joking. I got my arse tanned for making a mistake with the shopping so therefore so should you." Well. ’ the pyjama clad man told him. ‘I don’t need anyone’s fucking help!’ ‘Yes you do, your leg’s badly wounded, the temporary tourniquet is stemming the bleeding a little but if you don’t get help soon you may lose your leg, or even bleed to death.’ Alexei stared at the older man, the gun towards him, pointing slightly down, as if the Russians arm was getting weaker and couldn’t hold it up. ‘Who do you think you are, a fucking Doctor?’ ‘Think man, you have a choice, you can bleed to death slowly. I presumed the numbers and letters were something to do with camera settings, exposure times, lens sizes and the like. ‘What’s ‘spot, midnight blue’ mean?’ It was a term I had seen in a number of the entries. ‘That’s the lighting instructions. Spot’s obvious, midnight blue is the colour of the filter he used. Even though I hated the old bastard I have to admit he was imaginative and innovative. He clearly thought a lot about what lighting to use for each set and what would suit the models. "Are you trying to say there is no one left who loves you?" the stern man said with a touch of softness."There's you and Mom! (There I go again.)" Well_," the man said, considering his next move. "It's obvious, that this family owes you something," he said, eying his son's nakedness again. "We can take you back, and contact the authorities."What is *that *suppose to mean?! I want to go back *home *-And stay!" the girl said."I'm _sure _you do. Homelessness cannot be fun. We'll talk about it..