" Wh, wha, why?" I pleaded."Because Danni," she explained, "You need to learn that I expect certainthings from you. If you can't live with that, then...maybe we need to re-evaluate our relationship."So there it was. She was laying down the gauntlet. Either shape up - nopun intended - or ship out."Bu, but, won't people notice?" I whined."Maybe. Maybe not. That isn't my concern. Maybe you'll need to wearyour jacket today. I don't care how you deal with it. That's yourproblem. I only need. She giggled until I fell down, exhausted."Have you earned a kiss, my dear?" she repeated."Give me compliments," she whispered to me, her breath on my ear. "All girls like compliments, and in that way you can earn a kiss!" Oh!" I replied. Compliments? She was a Goddess! Nothing could be easier! "You are so hot! So sexy!" I am, am I?" She straightened up, now pouting, but still straddling me. "That was not very personal. I bet you say that to all the women you meet!" No, I don't! I don't!" Liar!". I am sure some of them said "good bye" or "have a good evening" to me but I did not hear them, focused as I was on the randomness of the envelope.To John. Meet me at 8pm tonight. Don't eat. XXThe address at the bottom is in an expensive apartment block and none of my staff live there. The wages our crummy firm offer, many have little choice but to share or rent, so perhaps it is not one of my staff, but there is a feminine edge to the writing. It looks female. It smells female. It must be. Baad apna lun owse ke choote kay under kia our yek finger owse ke gaand may dia may apna lun owse kay choote may under bar kernay laga our finger owse ki gannd may our oweh mastee say horse ki tara chlanagy lagatee our boltee tee rashid plz bus mute karo plz chodo mojay isee tareekay say plz maray gaand say finger mute nekalo our awazay nekaltee tee oh my god yes yes kabi kabi boltee tee kia chodayee hi aap ki rashid kash mayra husband aap ke tara chodta rashid plz apnay lun ko mute nikalo our.