Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Letter Seven: little Penny is born.


Darling,
            Really, you have lost a foot? Well, I am sure the children will be able to adjust. And a foot is not required for our nights alone together—though there was that one position. Anyway, little Penny was born yesterday! I have already put an Ad in the gazette for a wet nurse. “Wanted: A good, healthy breast.” I have already received one woman today. She had a fine breast but I fondled for inconsistencies and there were a few.  She also smoked too much and had a poor diet. So the search for a wet nurse continues.  On other news, Benjamin has built a log play house for the children. He is quite great with his hands. The way he cleans his guns and smooths oil before he cocks them is quite thorough and impressive. Well love, I hope the leeches have yet to suck you dry. Pretend the little creatures are my lips upon you. 

P.S I've included a portrait of your brother Benjamin that was taken after he returned from the hunt. Quite dashing, is he not?

Love your little succubus,
Muffy

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