Flirting with Melinda
Dear [Melinda],
Well, no amount of money could replace your cute face and your voice that weakens knees everywhere when it’s heard. Besides, you can’t leave until I get a chance to give you a foot massage. There’s just no better place on earth to be than at the feet of beautiful women.
But if you really wanted to die at work, you could arrange easily to be electrocuted since in computer facilities, high voltages are easy to come by. But you better not even think about that, or I’ll get angry. And you know how I get when I get angry. 
Well, I must get back to my writing. Only 300 words today so far, because the subject matter has been particularly emotional for me. But I’m ready to get back at it.
Talk to you later.
February 10th, 2011 at 6:34 pm
[Melinda] never did allow me to worship her feet. It was hard to tell why; either the idea of my foot fetish implicitly turned her off, or she just was too embarrassed to show me her feet. I think (positively I admit) that it was the latter.