The Fantasy Maker
Another of Tommy smiling at her, that mischievous look in his eyes.
"Where did you"
"It's one thing, you fucking around. I could almost understand that," Steve said, his words belied by the pain in his voice. "But do you really have to rub it in?"
"Where did you get these?" she asked, still gathering the pictures as he continued to throw them at her.
"I have to give it to you," he said, anger dripping from his words, "you are one damned good photographer." He held up another photo. "I think this is my favorite."