Felicity will have none of it...
My Dear Kenneth,
You lovely, lovely man! You nearly had me there! I just love your delightful sense of humour! Very whimsical.
There I was thinking that you wanted me to send real cars to Nigeria and then it dawned on me: it was all a test, all an enormous joke! You thought that you could trick me into thinking you wanted real cars when you just wanted pictures of cars! Very funny, Kenneth.
You are such a wag! I will see what pictures I can get for you later on in the weekend. I am sure I can find you some.
Thank you for the pictures you sent me of the Nigerian bank note.
That was what gave me the clue to your little joke. It was your subtle little clue that you didn't want anything real, just images. Well, I salute the subtlety of your joke. Not many men have that knack, Kenneth. I applaud you.
But that puts me in a quandary: are you after the real me? Or just images?
Thank you for the most delightful revelations about your thoughts on our love making. I have learnt a few surprises that will make your eyes sparkle, believe me. When we come together, hot, naked and eager, I guarantee you will never, ever forget the occasion. There are things in a person's life that are looked back on as pivotal, as major milestones along the road of their lives. The first night in bed with me will not just be a milestone, it will be an enormous flashing neon sign. (What? I'm being honest. Finding yourself in bed with me would be like one of those big signs on the freeway that say 'Wrong way. Go back')
You never answered me about the blow job, Kenneth. (?)
Very best wishes,
P.S. Have yo ever had anyone wash you? Since your Mum, I mean. It can be a very arousing experience.