Venus tries to be helpful and asks about Martins' level of passion:
My Dear Martins,
I will try to send the money tomorrow. I know nothing of money grams but I will ask at the post office.
It is lonely here tonight Martins, I am stone cold alone.
Are you a romantic man, Martins? A man of passion? Deep passion?
You say you like oral sex. Tell me more, what else do you like? What would you like me to do to you? Tell me, show me, your passion. I want to know what you feel, what you want, what you dream of doing with me? Tell me it all, in beautiful detail. Are you really the man to take me to the edge and beyond, Martins? I need to know. Tell me what our first night together will be like.
Yours wanting you most deeply,