The letter came in a pink envelope that smelled like LuLu, my sister‘s fragrance. Over the back flap, drawn in red marker, was a pair of lips. I tried to read the letter inside using every light in the house but the words were elusive, silent like the voice at the other end of a hang-up phone call. He was working late again so I put my conscience on hold and sliced open the side of the envelope. The letter was on two small sheets of lined rose colored paper:

My Darling Ben, it began. It was such a pleasure to spend time with you again over the last few weeks. I always look forward to my San Francisco business trips because I know that I will see that great big grin of yours. I must confess that I have developed a bit of a crush on you. I was hoping that when you took me to the airport the other night it was because you felt the same way, not out of obligation. When you reached out and brushed my check in the car I was sure for a moment that you did feel the same way, but then you smiled and told me to blow the eyelash off your finger and make a wish. I want to let you know that I did make a wish and I hope you will make it come true. Please consider visiting me at my home in Ohio. I know you like theme parks and King's Island is close to my house, and at night we can ride the roller coaster of love, if you know what I mean. I don’t want to embarrass you, or, God forbid, be accused of sexual harassment (ha, ha) so if you aren’t interested just ignore this note and I won’t bother you again. But I can’t help hoping that I will hear from you soon. - BS

I burned the letter and flushed the ashes down the toilet. He arrived home not long after with his open face and big smile and I had to light a doobie to mask the order of burned fantasies. He took a hit then put it in the ashtray so he could wrap both arms around me while he nuzzled my neck and licked my teeth and when he pulled away it wasn’t to leave but to go down on my rod which always became aroused with the slightest provocation without concern for my current mood. I looked down as this man I often called my soulmate finished me off and as I came I wondered if I knew him any better than she did.