“OMG DAD!!, it is fantastic here!! Corsica is so pretty, and everyone is so nice, and NO I’m not talking to any boys and yes I’m staying with Pastor Andy and his wife, they have both been so wonderful and I can’t believe they get to run the parish school and then go hiking here, Dad, you would love it, yes I have enough money, no I’m not buying trinkets, yes I’ve gone to Mass each week and I promise Dad, I’m not getting in even a hint of mischief. Oh, my phone card is up, I gotta go.
|A hint of Mischief|
OMG KAREN!!! Corsica is fantastic. haven’t worn a bra since I got here and Pastor Andy gets hard every time I come out for breakfast…YES!!! It fits great and it’s totally see-through……YES! he stares at me all the time…..NO!! Well, NOT YET, but I’m thinking more…..What??? I KNOW!!!! She is so pretty… but oh oh oh … SHE”S PREGNANT!! I know, fuck she’s hot, so maybe both of them? I hear pregnant women get horny, and he hasn't …… no, he doesn’t think I’m in a hint of mischief, FUCK, my phone card is up, I gotta go, by Sis!
The American girl moved in today and I fear there may be trouble. I have to fight the demons of lust as I minister among the Corsican women, but now, May Jesus Help me, I have an American in my home. She wears almost nothing at breakfast and I fear my weakness for her is obvious. My dear wife doesn’t think she’s a hint of mischief, so maybe the two of them should spend more time together. I know I cannot be near her without thinking about her young flesh, her perfect bosom. May God help me!
The American girl, who carries just a hint of mischief, moved in and may answer my prayers. Since we found I was expecting, dear husband has pulled away and has left me lonely and wanting. I was untouched, save by my own hand, for 12 weeks, but since her arrival I have felt his passions. Twice, dear Sister, TWICE this week he has come to me and brought me exquisite pleasure. Perhaps he is thinking of her beautiful body and bright eyes as he enters me, but I understand, I am thinking of her too.
Not a hint of mischief.....
Look at her face, so young, so innocent, just a hint of worldly knowledge on the outside, but secrets hidden with in. Who do we trust? Who can we trust? Other? never. Ourselves? rarely....
Not a hint of mischief, you say? Time will tell....
I will admit that I forgot it was Friday until I pulled up my Reader and saw Panser high on my list of unread posts. With children about and a wife in the kitchen, I retired to the back bedroom, asked for privacy so I could "finish working" and set to writing. Something about the picture spoke to innocence, and the perception of innocence when we refuse to see otherwise. The different voices began speaking to me at once I knew that each one would get their turn. Some pictures are beautiful, yet static, this one sprang to life the instant I began writing. thank you Lexi for finding it, and to Panser, for returning to us and giving us inspiration.