June 8th, 2003.
Felicity has a bit of a chat:
Good Morning Kenneth!
How is my prince today? Did you go out last night? Where did you go? Where you dancing? I imagine you in my mind dancing a lot. I don't know why. I just do.
It is a cold winter morning here. I do not have the heating on to save money and I am sitting here with every bit of clothing I own on me! I must be such a sight. I do so wish I could snuggle down and feel your warm and protective arms around me. I feel so unloved and miserable at the moment.
I had a bit of bother yesterday with the Bishop. Did I tell you I had moved to cheaper accommodation? It became necessary because I was not working and could not keep my last place going. This is a church hostel. It is away from the weather but it is not very flash and it is bloody cold. Anyway the Bishop, some most slimy bastard called Pawnchek, came around and was asking about the rent. I told him I would get it for him tomorrow. The guy kept touching me, I think he wanted more than rent, and him a church guy and all! A really creepy guy. I was really glad when he went. He said that if I didn't have the money for my rent I could sell my computer. I told him to go and get stuffed. Don't think he liked that.
Did I ever tell you I considered becoming a nun? That was a long time ago though. But I don't think I could cope with a life of celibacy!!
Certainly not if my recent thoughts about you are any indication! I am so looking forward to making love to you, making love with you, to making you so very happy, to feeling your power surging deep inside me. I hope it all lives up to my fantasies! And I wonder if I will live up to yours? I truly hope so. I guess there is only one way to find out. ;-)
Much love my dear Kenneth, I have been thinking of you so much.
PS: I saw that horrid Mr Newbery yesterday too. He didn't see me though. He was sitting at a café down on Lygon Street. I wanted to go and scratch his eyes out. But I didn't.