Short fiction. Opening.

He breathed like a sniper, pushing the shutter release button on his phone camera, just as he exhaled.  He took two, three pictures of his entree at the french restaurant, and emailed them to his ex wife.  Then he shot a close-up of his attractive and large breasted dinner companion.  It too was emailed to his ex.  He wanted to show her he still had the stuff, and that he was not pining away because they were divorced.