AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry its been such a long wait guys, RL has been kicking my ass this month, but I have something I'm proud of and ready to post at long last. As always, read, review, enjoy, and I don't own "Skins" because if I did, I'd definitely be wearing more expensive shoes.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Kick Off The Covers, I'm Waiting

"We are still pretty naked right now," Emily observed with a laugh as we collected the dryer items of clothes we still had left. I beat my coat against the stone landing, excavating large amounts of water. My top wasn't terribly soaked, but everything else? Well...

"Didn't you have a bag," I remarked, wringing out my sleeve. Emily's eyes became saucers as she poked her head over the edge of the gazebo wall. Several feet away, her bag was getting assaulted by the downpour.

"Shit," she groaned, turning back and leaning against the tiny wall. "Shit!" Patting her leg affectionately, I glanced around the corner opening of the gazebo. Leaning forward, I bit my lip as I judged the distance. "Wait, Naomi, what're you-" Before she could finish her sentence, I darted into the storm shrieking every puddled step of the way, my feet squishing and wringing in the thick mud before I eventually reached her bag. One tug revealed it was far heavier than it looked. Wrapping both my hands around the cloth handle and yanked and hoisted it over my shoulder. The additional awkward weight, slowed me down, but I ran back as quickly as I could manage, nearly losing my footing more than once. A few near-death moments later, stepping into the gazebo utterly worse for wear, I flopped the bag to the ground with a large thud. Instantaneously, Emily intercepted my entrance by happily flinging her arms around my neck and an applied an appreciative press against my lips.

"I-you-you're fucking-"

"Wonderful? Mint? Hot Shit in bed?"

"Brave," Emily finished. My face momentarily fell as I did my best to stifle an uncomfortable laugh at Emily's word choice.

Shit Emily...

Almost immediately, she continued with a smile, "You could've fell on your arse and we both know how keen I'd be on hauling your half broken body to the hospital." She playfully slapped my arm as I lightly shook my head from side to side.

Just go along with it...she doesn't understand...

Kneeling down and unzipping her back, Emily reached deep into her bag, shifting things around a bit before pulling out a some dry clothes from within the bag's confines. "These here in the middle are fine actually," she informed, "I think I might have some shorts in here, you'd probably flood my trousers." With a wicked glint in my eye, I sat beside her. Leaning in close to her ear, I ran my finger playfully down the bridge of her nose.

"Did that already," I muttered with a coy little laugh.

In an attempt to hide the immediate flush in her cheeks, Emily lightly popped me in the face with a thin jumper and a pair of shorts, a blushing laugh was muffled into my ear. Quite pleased with myself I stood and returned the favor by slowly slipping the new clothing over my body. Emily didn't take her eyes off me. And I just stared right back. With a coy smile I squeezed the slightly tight jumper over my head, cocking my eyebrow up a bit when I caught Emily staring at how accentuated my tits now appeared to be. "Perv," I mouthed, picking up the remainder of my wet clothes from the stone floor.

"You liked it," Emily insisted.

"I did." Picking up the last of our rain soaked things, I placed them in a semi-neat pile beside Emily's bag. "Are they now casualties of war, or do we have something to put them in?" Emily reached into her bag and pulled out an even smaller traveler. "Jesus how many compartments does that thing have."

"I might've knicked it from Katie," Emily admitted with a mischievous grin as went to all fours from her kneeling position and reached for our damp things. My aforementioned suggestion rewarded me a nice view of Emily's arse, the bottom of the cheeks barely poking out below the lining of her knickers. "Stop perving," she remarked as she picked up her tights and shoved them in the bag. Cocking my head to the side, I smiled as I whispered, quietly so only I would hear it,

"Your body ain't that special." Slipping on the shorts Emily had handed me, oof! tighter than they look!, I folded my arms over my chest so an indignant, saucy smirk would be the first thing Emily saw when her attention finally returned to me. I'd meant to come off as somewhat alluring, so of course...she giggled. "What?" I demanded indignantly, not approving of the dethroning of my suave stance by the look on Emily's overly amused face.

"You look like you raided Tom Thumb's wardrobe," she replied through a laugh, zipping up the smaller bag and tossing it atop the larger one.

"Is it my fault you're no bigger than a floor tack?" I shot back, my own lips curling into my pleasingly satisfactory come back. Standing, Emily quickly closed the distance between us as she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled into my shoulder. Tiny kisses were immediately applied to my exposed collar bone.

"You were saying?" A whisper of a laugh escaped my lips as my gaze flickered amongst my hazy surroundings. The meadow was now visible through the letting up of the rain, and I couldn't help but want another cloud break to unleash...just so I could keep us captive here...in our private gazebo in our own little corner of Bristol...

"Bi-polar Bristol weather," I sighed, squeezing Emily a little tighter. Popping her head up, Emily elevated onto her tip toes to peer over my shoulder. Her hands slowly ran up my spine, stroking up an invisible line from my lower back up to my shoulders. The moderate press released a contented sigh from my lips as my lover's words whispered into my ear,

"So...what do we do now?" As I opened my mouth to answer, my phone vibrated against my leg. Dodging the question momentarily, I reluctantly removed myself from the red-head's arms, but kept our fingers intertwined as I read the message from Effy.

You've got mail.

As I re-read each of the three words over and over again in succession, I felt Emily's fingers drape tip to palm across my shoulder. "All right?" she asked, clearly taking note of the funny expression etching into my brow. As I pocketed the phone, I did my best to smile at her as old words flitted into my head...

You know that's the first time you've asked me something

What, today?

Ever.

Well, answer it then...you all right?

"Have fun?" I countered in an effort to lighten the onset of a somber mood. The twinkle in Emily's eyes suddenly faded as her hand removed itself. Releasing me from her arms entirely, she took a step back and folded her arms, and I could feel my stomach cycle up into my throat.

Was it something I said?

"What sort of bullshit question is that?"

Yep.

The annoyance in her tone was palpable. "That's what this was to you? A bit of fun?" Biting my tongue, I sighed and reminded myself I had just put my foot in it and had no right to be cross with her indignation. Still...

"No!" I very nearly shouted,

Calm the fuck down...

"I mean...of course not."

Better...

Emily was practically chewing a hole in the side of her lip while her fingers drummed lightly on her upper arms. Exhaling my own exacerbated sigh, I groaned, "For fuck's sake." Reaching for her, I wrapped my hands around Emily's arms, and pulled her to meet my lips in an instantly deep and proper kiss...the way Emily Fitch always deserved to be kissed. My lips pressed and massaged for a few seconds before I felt Emily's hands shift from around herself and make their way around my waste. I smiled into the next kiss, feeling like I'd successfully proved my point, but when I opened my eyes and slowly settled out of the kiss, I noted the concern still laden in Emily's eyes and brow.

"What did that message say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Always were so suspicious, Em.

Taking Emily's hand in mine, I rubbed my thumb tenderly over the top of it as I did my best to smile. "Shall we go back to mine?" I offered. I brought my fingers back up to Emily's porcelain cheeks, tracing the outline of her eyes to her lips with a feather light touch. She closed her eyes at the softening contact and when they opened again they were brighter than moments before. With an adorable little sway of her hips, Emily's pinkie found it's way into mine as she nodded her reply.

After Emily's bag was sorted, I rescued my bike from the mud puddle it had been trapped in. I wiped the seat as clean as I could with nothing more than the hem of my shirt and with a bit of effort on my part, we slowly made our way toward the main road. The tire needed need to clean itself a bit before we could ride on it properly back to my flat, so we silently strolled. Emily glanced over at me every few seconds, clearly trying to deduce how best to make physical contact without hindering my efforts. As we reached the stop sign at the top of the hill, Emily's hand wrapped around the crook of my elbow. I looked down at the embrace and smiled.

"Is it because I couldn't make up my mind?" she asked, her sweet, deep voice seeming to come from out of the blue. I glanced out of my peripherals and seeing her lick her lips, immediately wanted to kiss them. "I know I was taking my royal fucking time trying to...work through everything. Gave you fucked up signals in the meantime. Is...is that why you didn't initially ask me to stay?"

"So, we're having this conversation," I said, pushing the bike forward once the four way stop was clear.

"Think it bears having," Emily replied, giving my arm just the tiniest squeeze as our feet found a tandem beat.

I stared down at the pavement for a few more steps before stopping and leaning my bike against a nearby bench. Slowly, I turned to Emily. Her frame was so small. Her hair was matted by the rain and her mascara was thick along the bottoms of her eyes. But to me...she was breathtaking. I draped my pinky finger with hers. It swayed back and forth. Choosing my words carefully, I said, "I was certain I had already lived through the worst summer of my life. Then the accident happened." A ghost of a laugh tripped from my tongue. Dramatic irony was a bitch. "Just when you think you've lived through the hard you find out there's a harder." My hands draped over Emily's cheeks as my thumbs lightly stroked the skin beneath. Her hands wrapped gently around my wrists as she smiled. "I wanted you then...now...as long as you still look at me this way." With a hairbreadth of a smile, Emily replied in a voice so deep it was like she'd wrapped my ears in purple velvet,

"I can't take my eyes off you."

Emily had kissed me on countless occasions in the last two years. Some bread of want, some of need, some of hurt, some of anger, some of jealousy, all of passion. The way she kissed me now...put all the rest to shame.

I had very nearly forgotten about Effy's cryptic text, and it wasn't until we entered my flat and I saw the package sitting atop my counter that the light butterflies in my stomach were replaced by slowly dropping boulder. I stopped just inside the doorway, causing a hot on my heels Emily to nearly trip over the mat as she entered, fingers playfully stroking my sides and giggling. At the abrupt halt, she asked what was wrong, and an instant,

"Nothing," spilled out of my mouth. Turning to her I forced a smile and suggested, "Think I'd like some tea." The lie seemed to momentarily appease her as Emily gave my arm a gentle brush before disappearing into the kitchen. Placing my house keys atop the same tabletop where the thick manila package resided, I stared at my name drawn across it in black marker. The thickness was very unusual considering Matt had only been sending me singular pieces of paper before.

What the fuck?

Picking up the packet, I tore open the end, and reached in to remove it's contents. My fingers wrapped around a somewhat cold, metal object. A small black strap was the girl thing to fall from the envelope, but when a small shimmer of light reflected on glass I dropped the package entirely, my hands beginning to shake during it's quick descent to the table. Luckily, Emily was clanging about in the kitchen, so my moment of horror was obscured by her lightly humming away as she clanked on with the kettle. Once it made contact with the table, a tiny piece of white paper fell atop the demolished band. From where it rested on the desk I could see it read, "Go to Photos." The handwriting was his. I steeled my nerves and reached back into the package. Feeling my hands clamp down over a smaller object, I removed a tiny flat screen phone and slid open to the first menu. "Jesus...fucking...," I whispered as opened the photo sharing file.

My heart stopped. I was certain of it. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was scan from one photo to the next. Most were taken from a distance and were out of focus...but they all hand the same subject: Emily. There were at least ten separate photos and my head slowly began to shake back and forth until I got to the final entry. I had no legs, someone had literally stolen my legs from under me because the next thing I was crumbled on the floor. I heard Emily coming into the hallway and immediately stuffed the phone into my pocket.

"Naoms, you ok?" she asked. I had to use the wall to get myself into a standing position, but eventually I was on my feet. I opened my mouth to answer her, but it was apparently not soon enough because by the time I was upright she'd fully rounded me and was beckoning an answer, "Naoms..." My bottom lip began to tremble, releasing the tiniest squeak of a cry, as I raised my wrist to cover my mouth. I tried to find the right words to say to her, there eyes aligned to mine, and as she turned to glance down at the newly made mess atop the table, my voice found me again,

"Tea," I insisted, wrapping my hand around Emily's wrist and pulling us from the hallway into the kitchen.

Fumbling about, I searched for the little tea plates mum had bought a few weeks ago. "Where are-where did she put-" I scrambled around, throwing open cabinets, leaving them open. "Why can't I find those plates."

"Naomi," Emily interjected, her slightly confused voice echoed from behind the table, "I've already set out-"

"No, Emily the plates, the little pink plates mum has I need to find-" reaching into the sink, I pulled out some dirty saucers and knives, "-fucking cow never cleans these things. You'd think she could-"

"Naomi," Emily repeated, a bit firmer this time. She'd used her words to cross my side. When a frustrated glare met her, she merely began to lightly stroke my arm. "What is it? Why're you suddenly so-"

"I'm fine," I interrupted, trying harder than was my usual to keep my voice even, "I'm just frustrated because I can't find those plates and they're what we need to have our tea on and it's just...I need to find-" The whistling kettle broke through my blabbering. Lifting it off the iron eye, I forgot my hand was still caked in suds and the handle slipped through my hand. Hot water splashed everywhere with a loud 'clang!', burning my upper arm. "Shit!" I swore loudly, and wiping away at the scalding liquid. "Shitshitshitshit!"

"Here." Emily grabbed my uninjured hand, flipped on the cold water, and stuck my wound under the faucet. The burn continued to sting for a few moments but eventually the cold water had it's reversing effect. On my arm and on my previously growing temper.

"Shit," I grumbled again as I watched the clear stream pelt my pinkening skin.

"Keep it there," Emily insisted. A few seconds later, I heard the freezer open followed by Emily removing my arm from the spray and dabbing it lightly with a towel. Once it was dry, she rested a newly made ice pack against my skin, wrapping it in the beige fabric she had just used to dry me off. As she tenderly attended to my arm, the sting and shock from the package began to quell in the pit of my stomach. I was getting lightheaded again. Clutching the side of the counter to steady myself, I mumbled,

"Guess I burned myself worse than I thought." I had to swallow a few times before I could meet Emily's concerned gaze.

"Naomi, what's wrong?" she asked again. A shift of the ice hit a particularly sensitive area, causing me to wince and momentarily fight Emily's firm but gentle grasp. Muttering "Sorry," she readjusted the placement. We stood in silence for a few moments before I finally added,

"Me too...about the water and...freak out over the um...the plates I'm just...I think I need to get washed up." I placed a chaste kiss atop Emily's head and without waiting for a reaction, traipsed out of the kitchen, slowly tearing off each piece of undersized clothing as I went. I grabbed the envelope from the table and when I passed my room, stuffed it into my knicker drawer before heading into the loo.

Turning the water on, I stepped into the shower, not even bothering to adjust the temperature. It went quickly from lukewarm to cool as I stood beneath the spray and let it hit my face while I scrubbed my body vigorously with my hands and the bar soap. My mind was running a fucking horse race.

It's a threat. Obviously. And it doesn't have anything to do with me. It has everything to do with Emily. And it's evident...it always has...so...what do I do? If I go to the police, I reopen the case against Sophia. If they find out I was the one who bought the drugs from Cook, then what? I go away and Emily is left helpless with Matt. Do I tell Katie? Effy? What more could they do? It'd only put them in harm's way. Maybe I could tell mum but...what if Matt goes after her next? What does he want? Revenge? I can't change it. I can't change the fact Sophia fell in love with me. I've wished every day to wake up and let things be different, for it all to change. For Emily to not just forgive me...but to forget it fucking happened...and I fucking got what I asked for...I was just starting to get her back...again...I can't...if I lose her I won't be able to-

"Naomi," a soft voice announced. I wiped at the tears that had fallen down my cheeks, and pulled the curtain back just the tiniest bit and nearly choked on the water still beating against my collar bone and throat at what I saw. Emily stood before me, not a stitch of clothes on, her hands lightly draping across her chest, her legs lightly bent at the hip.

"Hi," I said with a small smile, beckoning her to me with an extension of my hand. Her coy smile grew as she stepped over the porcelain to join me in the tiny confines of the shower. The minute her bare skin touched mine, my arms enveloped her, pulling her close. The water smattered my back, ricocheting down to Emily. She held me silently for several seconds, but after a bit she began to shiver. "Sorry," I mumbled, reaching behind me to turn the head up to a warmer temperature. A tiny spray hit Emily in the eyes and she wiped the droplets away as she giggled,

"So, why are you up here taking a cold shower instead of having tea with me?" she asked, running her hands up and down my forearms, causing them goosebumps to rise at the contact. "I hadn't even had the chance to make you need one." Her cheeky smile tipped the upper corner of her lips, but I could see the trepidation in her eyes.

Fuck you, Naomi...

"S-sorry," I stammered, caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers, "everything's fine." Leaning in for a kiss, I was surprised when her head bobbed back just out of contact's reach.

"What was in the package, Naomi?" Clearing my throat I replied,

"Someone's idea of a fucking dirty prank." I forced a smile which only pushed the concern from Emily's eyes to a frown.

"Pretty shitty prank to get you all worked up like this." Her words were laced with such a leveling concern that they hit my heart like a sledgehammer. I needed her to hold me again. A little too roughly this time, I yanked Emily back into my arms, practically knocking the wind out of us both. "Hey, hey," Emily soothed, rubbing her hands along my lower back. "It's ok." She kissed my collar bone. "Don't worry...it's ok..."

It's not fine...nothing right now is fine...I'm so scared, Ems...I'm scared and I don't know what to do...I tell you everything...and now I can't say anything...and I-

Reaching for her lips, I kissed them in a wave of passion, weakness, and ferocity. "I can't stand it," I whispered amongst breathes, "I just can't..."

"It's ok..." she replied. She kissed me back even harder. "It's ok..." she insisted, pushing me back against the wall of the shower, insistent but still somehow gentle. The lukewarm water rained down on us. Hungry kisses continued to build, broken apart only to come up for air occasionally, to immediately return with an insatiably growing passion.

When Emily's fingertips grazed the inside of my leg, I didn't pull away or try and stop her. She'd always known what she wanted, and right now...I needed her to want me. With each ascending touch, my panicked mind and worried heart shut down. I had kept my eyes firmly shut, so I when there was a pause, I didn't know if she was changing her mind or merely asking for permission. I felt her ragged breath against my parted lips which were now tingling with as much anticipation as my increasingly wet center. "Emily," I whispered, before she captured my lips yet again and claimed what was hers by sliding inside me with a force far more intense than she'd ever used with me. The momentum drove me upward, as my head slammed into the linoleum tile. My hands flung to either side, knowing they'd never find anything firm to hold onto, but the action was so insistent, my body had no other way of reacting. My eyes had shot open, and what I saw looking back at me...were pleading eyes...eyes begging me to see her...to be nowhere else but right here in this moment.

With a curl of her fingers, my hips bucked against Emily's abdomen as my arms clapped around her wet shoulders. As she began her rhythm, I granted her further access by wrapping my leg around her hips, moaning loudly as one finger immediately went from two, and then three. She will filling me entirely, fucking me to break the band, and to break my heart.

"Fuck, Em," I groaned, roughly grasping and tugging her hair as she continued to thrust in and out of me, her breathing coming out in fast exhales. My lower back was taking a beating ,but I wanted more or her, I wanted her harder, faster, deeper. "I want to scream your name," I begged through a high-pitched moan.

"Fuck," her voice quaked at the request. She buried into my shoulder, kissing and biting at the skin beneath. Her pace increased and I felt myself climbing higher and higher with each insisting pump of Emily's hand. It wasn't long before my hips and her hand were frenzied, rhythm forgotten, only seeking powerful release. My fingernails clawed across Emily's shoulders as I bit my bottom lip, hearing her moan appreciatively as I felt the familiar sensation begin to shake through the lower half of my body. With a final thrust, Emily pushed me over the edge, and I cried her name out as I came, my body shaking with the force of my climax, and I was pressed even tighter against the wall to keep us upright.

I could lose everything else in this world...but if I never got to feel her inside me again...I don't know how I'd survive...

As my vision returned to me, I felt Emily's chest press tightly against mine in rapid succession, and amongst the clambering of the faucet head I heard quiet sobs against me.

She's crying...Emily's crying...

Panic settling into my heart yet again, of a different variety, I gently ran my finger under her chin. "Em...what is it?" Her eyes slowly rose to mine as her body started to tremble lightly. I gingerly removed her hand from within me and guided it under the spray. She watched as I washed her fingers clean. After I finished, I reached for the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit in my hand. Working it through my fingers, I lightly ran the subtly scented liquid through Emily's hair, lightly massaging her scalp. I silently continued until it was clean, and as she rinsed the suds from atop her head, I instinctively reached for the loofah and Emily's liquid soap. Rethinking, I put it down and reached for the more generic bottle of Ivory and soaped the sponge. Once her hair was shampoo free, I brought the loofah across Emily's chest.

I rubbed the loofah across her arms and back, around to her lower stomach, and when I had to, knelt to my knees to clean her legs and feet. Lastly, I took her hands in mine I scrubbed and massaged each hand from palm to fingertip, lightly kissing each knuckle as it was rid of the soap. Once she was rinsed clean, Emily's arms settled around my waist. She looked up at me and her mouth fell open just the tiniest bit as her chest rose and fell in quick succession, "Naomi..." she began, I felt her hands twitch against my lower back as she struggled for the next few words...words I hoped...I wanted her to say..."I-I lo-" my heart stopped and time froze, again with the tropey cliches, as she cleared her throat, and licked her lips before burying her head back against my neck and breathing heavily, "I lost control just then...I-I hope I didn't hurt you."

Oh...

"No, Emily," I replied with a dejected sigh. "You didn't hurt me." She shifted a bit in my arms as I rested my hand against the back of her head and placed a kiss in her hair.

"Guess you've got to sort this..." she squeezed tighter "...haven't you..."

"Emily-," I began in a whisper, running my hand across the top of her head, wondering if I could disclose any of my fears...tell her of my worry...of my...returning panic... "I...yes...yes I do."

Switching the water off, we both stepped out of the shower. I pulled my towel down from the counter and wrapped it around us both. Emily had been sure to purchase an extra large one with this very act in mind, and had said as much at the time. We dried each other off, Emily taking a small moment to say, "Looks like someone likes to share."

"Occasionally," I replied with a small smile, exiting the bathroom to leave Emily to get changed. Crossing the landing into my bedroom, I syphened through the clothes Emily had let me borrow and placed them in a bag to be washed later. Now that the foggy love haze had faded, everything was coming back to me in a sickening wave. It was exhausting getting dressed, each action required far too much energy. Eventually I'd managed to slip on a white vest and shorts, and rewarded myself by slumping down on the bed. I'd tossed the horrid phone Matt had sent me on Emily's side of the bed without thinking. The same sickening bile that had plagued my body only an hour threatened to choke me yet again as I scrambled without a shred of grace to where the phone lay on the covers and yanked it from the violated residence. Once it was in my hand, I began to squeeze. I wanted to purge the fucking thing of it's contents. To erase what this sonuvabitch had done to my-

"Hi," Emily whispered from the doorway. Releasing my grip, I turned and slowly stood, and once she was within fingertips reach, brought Emily the closing distance into my embrace. She smelt different.

"Will you come by...once everything's-" I nodded against her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah I will," I assured her, my fingers lightly gripping the base of her jumper as her arms tightened around my neck.

She knows something's wrong...and I can't ease her mind...Emily...I don't know what to do...

Pulling away all too soon, her lips wrapped over mine like a soothing fleece blanket, instantly warm in their press, without seeking to deepen it's action or ask for more.

If I had just been willing to let you in...could we have had this sooner?

"See you," Emily said, giving my light hand a squeeze. I watched her turn. I watched her disappear down the stairs. I listened to the creak of the floorboards below. And I released a held in sob once the door closed.

That's not how this should've ended...

Slumping down on the duvet, I allowed myself a few minutes to just...feel everything. With each falling tear, I was reminded of a very simple fact: I had my Emily back...but what was it going to cost me...

Scrolling through my phone, I highlighted Effy's name. I didn't want to be alone to try and figure this out, but I'd already asked so much from her. And she'd been there. Surprisingly. Even Effy Stonem needed to be needed. Staring at the name...I knew it wasn't Effy who could help me...not with this...and now there was a new feeling of sick in my stomach. Guiding the cursor down through to the "L's" I highlighted her name and opened a new texting window.

Effy says you might be able to help me.

I waited a few seconds. My phone went off.

Thought you'd never ask, Blondie.

Where can I meet you? Not here. Not your place. Somewhere he won't be able to find us.

When my phone vibrated this time there was an address. I recognized the street and knew I'd have to bike through some pretty dodgy avenues.

Maybe I'll just take the bus...even if it isn't very far...

My phone vibrated again.

I'm busy tonight. Tomorrow.

Fine.

Groaning, I slammed my phone against the dresser, and feeling a lump under my arse, pulled out the one Matt had sent me. With trembling trepidation, I began scrolling through the pictures and landed on the one that had nearly given me a fucking heart attack. The image was slightly blurred because there wasn't a lot of light. It was clearly waning in the afternoon, but she still looked as beautiful as ever...even if she were in a coma. "You were there..." I growled under my breath, as I looked at the picture again, and this time I wasn't met with shock...fear...I was bordering on rage... "...fucker..."