After a long debate I decided that as a respectable writer of erotic fantasy I needed a good photo of myself looking sauve and sexy for the back of my books.

That had been the plan at least when I invited a local photographer (eg, paid him a large some of money) to drag himself and his equipment up to my mountain domicile. Everything had been going well at first. The photographer had everything all his equipment finally setup in this really moody looking cave.

Then the giant mountain octopus showed up and it all went straight to hell.

Alas the photographer was consumed by the abyssal inferno. The only part of the equipment left salvageable was the memory card with this single photo. (Well there were more but the missus is saving those for long cold nights when I'm away on business. Mountain Octopi are horny freaks let me tell you!)

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