My Love,
Naturally Benjamin could never take
your place in the household—although he has been an immense help. He even
taught little Seymour how to hunt. How is the war going? I hope all your
appendages remain intact, seeing as how I have dreamed of your member every
night this week (perhaps it’s the hormones.) Mrs. Goodwell next door just received
word that her husband lost his left leg in a trench. She went on and on at tea
today about how she could never imagine making love to him again. I told her
she was being cruel. I suppose if you ever lost yours I would be aright with it.
I have always wondered what it would be like mounting a one-legged torso. It
would be wildly exciting and new. And let us be honest, if you lost your left
leg, your right one would not be lonely. My belly has grown significantly in
the past month! I have had to move on to a larger corset that only Ambrosia can
manage to fit on me. And I only fainted once today! Well darling, I cannot
dream more fondly of the day that I will finally get to caress your sweet
rouged face. ‘Til then!
Your
bulbous darling,
Muffy
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