Dearest Ginge-myster,

I have a special plan for you at the end of the moring. After my rounds of toy and plaything dispersment is through I will gladly put myself out there as your Sunday playmate. Since I only get out once a year all I can promise is 24 hours of pent up sexual bliss.

In grand horiness yours,

Skippy

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