There is something about this image combined with the design of a luger that creates subliminal thoughts. It is a James Bondish attraction in that only somebody with a fantastic ego and self assuredness to a level of abject derison would consider using one for real. So Susan has presented us with an image that we really think we could have been (if we would not have been who we are) and if we would have been that we really would have carried a luger. Sure, I'd look just as good in that suit. And I'd be just a suave with that unloaded luger. Of course the attache case is full of money, and there is a stunningly beautiful late twentyish but extremely experienced with an air of innocence female with a languid smile on her cherubic face sleeping on a massive old European bed in the background. Now, having accomplished my mission in obtaining her money, and of course completely dressing without considering she might wake because after, well, accomplishing the mission and getting her money she now is devoted to me for the rest of her life and will never be satisfied with another man, I now am confidently exiting the 1958 era hotel room in a
formerly eastern block country, and then unexpectedly - but not with surprise (too cool for that) I meet her former lover and partner in crime who is standing before me. As he realizes I have the money and had his girl he clumisly attempts to draw down with some tupperware pistol but, of course, the luger. Nice picture.
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