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   Hi hole

   Thanks for all your writings.  I really do enjoy every word of it.  I am
sure every one else does, too, though only a couple of people have
mentioned it.  You certainly paint vivid scenes.

   I will not be responding to your scribblings in any detail until you
have caught up on all your assignments, however it sounds as if you are a
bit lost as to your role in this scene, so I thought I should clear up a
few things.

   "Master?" No.  I am not.  That is a commitment I take very seriously and
am not able to consider at this point.  Sorry, my dance card is a kind of
full at the moment.  "Sir" will do nicely, thank you.

   No, you have not even begun to turn me off with your confessions.  Quite
the contrary, I want more.  I want it all.  The truth, the WHOLE truth, and
nothing but the sick, juicy, heart-rending truth.  Or maybe the hole truth
in this case.  Take your time.  More details.  What did it look like? 
Smell like?  How did it feel, physically?  Emotionally?  The conflicting
emotions are what gives it all life.  You might want to try to imagine what
a scene looked like to other participants to give me a clearer perspective.


   Love me?  No you don't.  You are having an endorphin rush from some
miracunt-idyllic character you have built up around me.  You actually know
very little about me, the real me.  So if you like your little endorphin
fix, you may want to be careful what questions you ask.  If you ask me no
questions, I will tell you no truths.

   Getting High?  So long as it is not taking you away from your keyboard I
am strictly pro-choice on this, though I do question the destructiveness of
certain substances; are we talking pot or junk?  "I would hate to advocate
the use of drugs, liquor, violence or insanity to anyone.  But in my case
it worked." - HS Thompson(sort of)

   Now, back to work and no questions until you are caught up.  You may
find it helpful to get one of your cucumbers and sit yourself on it while
you respond.  I have found that this often gives sluts the extra little
inspiration they need to write brilliantly.  Finish your letter to Miss
Jewcunt first as I know you do not want to keep her waiting, then you can
work on your other bits and bobs.  When you are caught up, I will give you
chapter 3 of The Other One as a little treat, my trained seal.
   S