Blue Ships Publishing

“If I remember correctly, the last time you and I were in this position, I beat you so badly you were hospitalized for three weeks,” he said to me. Clearly, he thought I was the same person I was five years ago. It was a very uncomfortable position to be in, to be sure. Even though I’d gained a few more pounds of muscles and had grown a couple more inches, I was still feeling a little insecure. Well, maybe not insecure. Just not as secure as he was.We’d already holstered our weapons. In a shootout I’d beat him and he knew it. All that was left was for one of us to throw the first punch.