She huffed and she puffed, then he popped his 'p.' Photo (c) me because it is wrong to use other people's photos, even if you credit them, unless they give you permission. Not just wrong, but against copyright. The story is also mine, but the plot so influenced, so derived from almost all others, that you sit there with shock in your face because you never noticed him before. And he was bad. Bad to the bone. And she was so very very good. But we are all just shades of grey.