We met online, and as luck would have it, we lived in the same city. During our second chat, I invited Matilda out to dinner. She accepted, and we arranged to meet at The Old Federal the next evening. The Old Federal was a heritage-listed pub that had been tarted up to attract the well-heeled mob, who liked the adventure of slumming it on the edges of a recently gentrified part of town. And they had converted the first-fl...

As I tidied the main room of the ground floor apartment, I called home. The numbers on my bedside alarm radio blinked 11:45. In fifteen minutes Joanne would be knocking on my door. She had agreed to model for some photographs and my lounge was to be the studio. She had agreed to pose after seeing a shot I had taken of her friend Wendy a couple of evenings earlier. Wendy and I had met and got pleasantly pissed last Saturda...