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Reese & Eileen,
THANK YOU.
You are both amazing – and we are having boob ice cream next time I am in town. How dare you have that without me? (Just kidding)
I love you dearly – and it means a lot to me to know Elana has someone reaching out to her. If you need anything, say the word.
And you two really need to adopt some kids because you’d seriously give some child out there an incredible home.
Love,
Max
Clicking send, he emailed his wife.
My adorable Kitten,
Okay – now I’m gonna suggest something, and I want you to hear me out. I read your email a few times. You brought up some really good points, and I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be than in paradise with you, so how about we go?
I glanced at the schedule and two months from now is pretty open, but I need to pick dates soon. Is that too fast?
One of the guys suggested a resort, and it looks perfect. We’d have all the privacy in the world and a suite with a pool. It’s in Antigua, and it’s a resort for couples. We can do all the romance-y stuff there that makes your precious little heart go pitter-patter.
Couples massage?
Dinner on the beach?
Bubble bath and champagne?
We could even take a catamaran out on the ocean. Say the word, gimme your dates, and I’ll book our escape immediately. Just you and me alone for a week in a tropical paradise. I think my soul just sighed in happiness at the idea alone. Did I mention that I excel at applying sunblock liberally to curves? There is a trick to it, and I’m a pro. Let me happily donate my services – oh, and I’m a world-class masseuse!
Who knew - eh?
By the way, Velma is definitely a thing. Daphne? Nope. High maintenance, dramatic, and lazy. If you watch the cartoons, she never wants to do a thing but fluff her hair and stick out that hip, but my girl Velma? Oh yeah, that woman is into everything, brains out the wazoo, sexy glasses, that sweater, and when she loses her glasses, she’s on her knees! Nine-year-old prepubescent Max had a crush on Velma for years, so don’t crush one of my fantasies.
I’m so happy I handcuffed myself to you, too – in fact – I’d do it again in a heartbeat just given the chance. I miss my kitten curled against my side, and it sucks to sleep alone. I’m a mess at night because I kept waking up, looking for you, and then realize I’m in Hell.
I really hate this place and it’s getting worse.
Can I call you this weekend? Do you have any plans? I really need to hear your voice and want to run something past you.
Yours truly,
Max
P.S. The wives of some of my former coworkers want to meet you, and they live out in Tyler. I’ll tell you more about it, but they want to drag you to dinner. Let me scope out more info and give you the dirt on who will be there so you don’t get cornered for free ‘law advice’ or snagged into a mess.
I’ve got your back at all times, Kitten!
(And it is a fine, fine backside, too…)
Three days later, two calling cards in hand, Max was dialing Elana’s cell phone number and grateful that the room was practically empty.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweet Kitten,” he said softly, putting his head down slightly in the cubby to give him a bit of privacy as they talked. “How’s my pretty girl?”
“Missing you – and suddenly swimming in lipstick,” she laughed softly. “Did you mean to order this many?”
