Rachel,

I’ve been re-reading our emails to each other and when I saw the one you wrote on the day after Thanksgiving, I was almost as turned on as you seemed to have been. I think I’d like to have seen Uncle Joe’s cock – you know how much I like them. Not as much as I like your ‘cunny-cun-cun,’ but I like cocks, especially when they spurt! I’m also thinking that maybe you shouldn’t tease Royce so much, but maybe give him the experience. Maybe I’ll do that when I visit at New Year’s. He’ll be so shocked!

Anyway, I was relaxing in my room in that big chair Daddy let me get a couple of years ago, you know the one: it is big enough that I can get my laptop on my belly when I kinda stretch out over the arms. It’s so cushy and soft, kinda like you are when we’re lying against each other after we’ve ... well, you know what I mean. We’re both so filled with ennui we just lay against each other. Anyway, that’s what that chair feels like: you holding me after we’ve ... you know.

After reading that email from you, I was kind of hot and bothered, you know? There I was, with nothing on, my fingers in my pussy wool, feeling warm and cozy in my chair, when I heard a loud banging from downstairs. No one but me was home because it was Christmas Eve, the snow was falling and the ‘rents and my sisters were at the late Christmas Eve service at church, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Just as I was getting up to find out what was going on, my door burst open. I guess I shrieked, and the intruder yelled, “God damn, Elle, you’ll scare me into an early grave!”

And there stood my Uncle Walt! He’s my mom’s brother and he’s bigger than life. He’s always gone to different countries, some sort of trouble-shooter and we never know when he’ll show up, but he’s always a lot of fun. I guess he decided to surprise us this year at Christmas and he had a huge bag over his shoulder, looking a lot like St. Nick in the poem, only he wasn’t short and plump.