《Romeo, India’s: Where was his Juliet?》Talking from a dream
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From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>
To: Sabrina [email protected] >
Sent: 23 September, 1999 06:44 PM
Subject: Talking from a dream
Dear Sabrina,
Yes, I called you last night. You sounded very sleepy. Do you remember the first question you asked me? You asked me "do you know what is the time now?" this was the first sentence you told me. I thought of outing the phone down and going. But I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to know if you are all right. Don't worry, you didn't say any bad things. You didn't make any promises wither. And by the way, which promise are you afraid of making?
Our TV said there was one more quake somewhere 200km away from S city and effect was felt in S city too. That is why I called up. I was glad to know you were sound asleep. You were talking from some dream. After that, I went back to bed and fantasized that you were lying sleepily in my arms and mumbling sweetly. I made love to you in fantasy, but not breaking your virginity.
No, of course, I won't treat you as a little girl at night. You will be my princess, goddess of love, unde Cleopatra. The nights are going to be sleepless for us once we meet. I will explore the hidden treasures of your body, in and out. There won't be any inch left in and out. There won't be any inch left in your body that doesn't get my tongue or hands. Be sure! You are a little girl in your heart, but you are my lover and partner outside. The heat of your body and wetness of our desire is all my dreams. We will make love not only the whole night but also whenever we are together and ready to go. OK? I remember, you once told me that you don't like brassieres. I am waiting to feel the unhindered smoothness beneath the shirt. Oooh~ I am excited to the core. Aren't you?
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My office address is
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Which is the phone number you gave now? Yesterday I called you in the old number and got you. What is the new one?
I am not leaving on Dec 30. I am leaving this month-end 30th. I will be back within 5 or 6 days. I will try to mail you. But to mail every day will be impossible. I will try to call you then. I will surely mail to you if I ever get a chance.
Now take care. Did you change the bed? I want to know everything. So write everything in detail, OK? Why are going to work even after all this disaster? If I was there I wouldn't have let you go.
Ok, that is it for now. I will wait for your call, see you then...lots of love, my sex partner...
Love
Kamal
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