My Darling,
Reading
about your explicit dreams takes me back to when you were here with me. It
feels so long ago. I did get rather drunk on the imported “Green Fairy,” it
made me rather loose and before the end of the evening I found myself dancing
on the table of the cook’s quarters, showing off my barefooted fox trot. It was
a rather embarrassing ordeal but wildly fun nonetheless! Sweetheart, we received
a new shipment of servant criminals from the mother country today. It seems
that this batch is quite brooding and will work quite well on our tobacco fields.
There is one worker who stands out with his broad shoulders, deep voice and
strong hands—he seems like he’ll be the most efficient. Speaking of, I found
little Seymour picking tobacco and smoking it yesterday. I am not sure where he
learned of the custom but I do think that this Loretta woman may be corrupting
his impressionable mind. Why, after I caught Seymour he began pretending he was
delusional as if he had smoked an opiate of some kind. I put him in time out
and spanked him raw so I doubt he’ll be mischievous anymore. Well darling, I’m
off to look over the field workers!
Dream hard and lucidly, my spry prince,
Muffy
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