Love Me Like A Champion
she said softly, her fingers already opening a blank document, “then let’s really show them who you are.”
She worked quietly. Writing the first letter was easy. She addressed it politely. Almost mockingly respectful.
"Dear Sir,
I’m not writing this because I feel remorse..."
Her lips curved in joy. She continued writing.
"I’m writing because I wanted you to know..."
She leaned back, thinking, then continued.
"Your wife is unforgettable. Flexible. Enthusiastic. I’d rate her an eight out of ten. She screams your name when she finishes, though, which is ironic..."