Shit! He was already too close fer comfort, so I pulled my gun an' shot him in the chest right over his heart. Son ... Of ... A ... Bitch!!! He didn't... stop, but kept comin' right toward me. That was enough! This time, I shot him between the eyes, an' that .44-40 bullet made a real nice hole goin' in, but it made a real mess comin' out the back side of his head.Meanwhile, Fob had drawn his gun, an' was tryin' ta git a good shootin angle at me. Sam never gave him a chance ta do that. Sam put a. I had to stop and have a look at our photograph and there was I with Julie and I looking really feminine. It was a day I remembered well, because I was at the time I was really sorry to leave school. Not only had Julie and I come out mostly with A level top grades but I knew I would miss all the friends that I had made in the year I had been there. I also knew that soon Julie and I would be parted, and that I had to revert to being a man again as University beckoned.Both Julie and I had both. " Good, how many fingers am I holding up?"Jack was pretty sure it was three. "Three?" Alright, how old are you?" 38." What is your wife's name?" Patty." That's good Mr. Higgins it looks as if you're almost completely recovered from your anesthesia. Look, we'll keep you here for a little while longer just to monitor your blood pressure then we'll move you down to the CCU, OK?"Jack nodded his head and it still hurt - then he drifted off again. As his eyes closed he wondered what in the hell a CCU. It was Ram. He must have heard me come up to the door because he said softly “Mira, it’s Ram. Open the door”. I paused for a second, perplexed, undecided, as the day’s events flashed by in my head. My husband was supposed to return from a long work trip today but had called very late in the day to say he had to call off his trip. His excuse didn’t really matter. Things had been going downhill for a while, frequent misunderstandings, verbal spats, his travel had been taking a toll on our.