Maybe getting older isn’t so bad after all.I went down to my house in Somerset the next day, a Thursday. I called my oldest friend, Lilly Caterham,...Flick’s sister. “Hi, Lil, I’m throwing a small bash Saturday, barbecue, poolside etc since the weather’s looking great. Can you come?”“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Have you invited the new vet?”“I didn’t know there was a new vet.”“Well, there is and she’s right up your alley.”“Christ, Lill, will you ever stop matchmaking?”“Never. Now leave. I hadn’t had time to do anything yet.“It’s the landlord,” he whispered in adjuration. “Hide!” he added. I looked around, but there was no place to hide in here. An idea struck me then, and I grinned at Bob’s distress.“A glamour will fix everything,” I told him and cast a glamour around myself. The individual that I chose to use for a model was one of the Demons who had attacked me while others kidnapped Al. Bob was even more shocked on seeing my new appearance than he had been by the knock on. Her juices were flowing even as she climbed the three steps to the front door. She knew if she hesitated now she would turn and flee so as soon as she was in arms reach she pressed the door bell. She seemed to be waiting for an eternity, before the door opened and a young woman in maid's uniform asked her for her name. Andrea answered in a shaky voice still eager to get off the street, but made to wait by the maid, she said "I am Andrea Bullock and I was told to come to this address by. Yes, my love, I want to feel you deep inside my quim. To feel your stiffness pushing through heavens gate. I wish to once again feel your seed fill me as my short shoves take me to heaven, and hold me tight as we float in bliss.Come back to me soon, my dear husband, and we will once again visit heaven together.Faithfully and forever yours,Josephine*November 8th, 1860My Dearest Josephine,Your letter found me well in Carson City, Nevada, and on my way back to you. Receiving your letter so.