No one here will understand us. Yes, I know your mission." How? Who are you? Where do you come from. And when?" All in due time. Let me start by sayin... you are my idol. The hero of everyone who studied science or history or ancient languages. We all read of your exploits in the history books of the 24th century. We EXISTED in the 24th century because of you." So it was successful?" It was. But now you must be successful again. And again. I'm here to help." Why now? And..." And who am I. I am. ’ ‘Would you like us to order you something?’ Alexandar asks. ‘That’s fine,’ I agree softly. I still feel sick but hungry so I hope food will remedy the situation. I roll over to Jonathan and start to get up. He looks at me questioningly but then realizes that I must need togo to the bathroom. Getting out of bed, he lifts the covers off of me and holds out a hand to help me up. I sway a little when I stand up but steady quickly. Looking at my feet, I manage not to trip over them as I walk in. Oh, the readers couldn’t possibly know how to get in touch, but the magazines appeared happy enough to forward such letters as were sent c/o them. Holly took to sending thank you cards whenever a return address was provided, even when the fan mail simply said, “Wow! You look fantastic bent over in those crotchless panties. Would love to shove my cock in you!”Seriously, this was the level of some of the letters, although others were more courteous. A fair few wondered if we were swingers, or. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private.