In my defense ... Well, I have no defense. I just did it. I opened up Logan’s email account. Forty messages from me. Okay ... okay ... but how come the last ten of them were unread? What stuck out was the message from Leila. Message header: My pink doors are open and waiting. I couldn’t help it. I had to open it.

She wrote:

“My little flower pot is empty and wanting this morning. Why don’t you buzz over and fill it up with some of your fertile honey sweet seed? My pink patio doors are open. Yes, come over. Hurry honey. Hurry hurry hurry.”

Honey sweet seed. Pink doors. How trite. I’m sure Logan could see through that. But there was an attachment. Leila with her little pink honey pot, the pink doors slightly swollen. Maybe Logan could resist, but I don’t think I could.

The PS is what got me though.

“Wouldn’t it be great if your little bunny-boo had a playmate?”

My little bunny-boo! Mine, mine, mine.

I deleted the email. I was on the verge of deleting Logan’s whole account.

But I resisted. I’m so strong! And I have some other ideas.