Date: Wed, 19 Jul 95 05:55:57 EDT
From: WOLF
Subject: Re: dreaming
To: gashgirl

Dearest Cesca,

I can't seem to be able to shake the thought of you from my fuzzy mind and heart. It's become an obsession that has taken over me somehow. I haven't much time to explain this development, however suffice it to say your words to me affect me in such a way, that sometimes my throat feels as though I haven't drunk in ages. The scratchy and eroded feeling overwhelms me so and all I seems to think about is the promised glass of water you are holding in front of me.

My eyes are fixed upon it and I can see droplets slide down its sides, I can feel its coolness from here, I can taste it ever so well, I can even before the edge is to brush against my lips and my hands curl around it... Ah! Such torture my dear.... Yet ever so enticing and utterly sublime.

Thirstily,
Mikhail

p.s. Sorts of thy caliber is all this wolf has always sought. I hardly know of you, yet something tells me you're holding something within you that I have been looking for..... Ah! The search for such rare item shall keep me trailing you for quite sometime.... My most tender thought shall go to you....