My perhaps soon-to-be ex-wife sent me another email from Italy where she is spending the summer with her girlfriend.

Dear Joe

I hope you are well. I hope you don’t think too badly of me. Abby and I are enjoying every minute of our time together. We spent most of the morning exploring the countryside. Upon returning to our villa, I went to fetch a glass of water for Abby, and by the time I’d squeezed the lemon she was already asleep on the little loveseat. I enjoyed watching her sleep, but after half an hour or so I took a picture and her eyes opened. “I have some water for you,” I told her, “but it might be warm.” She sat up, took the glass, and guzzled the water. “That’s just what I needed,” she told me, handing me the empty glass. “You know what else I need?”

She smiled that kittenish smile and brought her hand to her sex. Joe, she has the sweetest little catnip like clit. She caressed herself, all the while smiling at me. “Take a picture,” she told me. “Italian landscape. Send it to Joe to show him what he’s missing.”