" She woke. Her face was something to see, without its usual expression of derision whenever she looked at me. She looked younger than her actual age ...f sixteen, her brown eyes large and fearful. I didn't know what she had dreamed about, but I was sure it bothered her. I was torn between comforting her and staying out of her business. "Would you sleep beside me?" she suddenly said in a small voice. "Uh, yeah. Sure." I climbed and lay down beside her. She put her arms around me and buried her. The letter had been changed so much that the original "flavor" had been lost. In fact, from my standpoint, they butchered it. I was doing a hard drive cleanup last week and I pulled up the original that I had sent in and thought it would be a kick to post it in its original form and see if anyone remembered it and could see the changes made by the Penthouse Letters staff. The title that I had originally given the story was The Wedding and The Funeral.I'd led a pretty active sex life when I was. We kept checking our pizzas and finally we decided they were done. I took my pie out and set it on a hot pad. The second one I removed from the oven was the one Alessandra had made. Patricia asked me to take hers out and when I did, I saw that the cheese had melted enough that I could tell that Patricia had written, "kiss me" on her pizza. I grinned at her and told her "later."While our pizzas were cooling off a little, Alessandra complained, "I really could not make the pizza that I wanted to. ” His voice was blank and void of any subliminal information. I followed him back through the caves, feeling like a prisoner on the way to my own hanging. People had noticed something was up and stared, but none of the faces made me any wiser. As I approached the throne room and heard the familiar sobbing of my fiancée I began to panic. There were obviously bad news ahead, but I decided to play the brave role. A second later I saw Skuld’s tear-streaked face, and the determination vanished like.