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maculategiraffe) wrote2008-04-30 07:51 pm
maculategiraffe) wrote2008-04-30 07:51 pm
My milkshake brings all the slaveboys to the yard
I'm working on chapter 31 of Lee, and another one-off as well, but, well, I couldn't resist this little opportunity. :)
Fyodor,
It's good to hear from you as always, and I'm glad to hear you continue well, if a bit overworked; believe me when I say I know the feeling. I'm especially glad to hear Sasha is still doing well, not that I expected anything less; he was always a delight, and though we were sad to see him go, it was a pleasure to place him in your capable hands at the conclusion of his training.
I'm sure your political responsibilities seem tedious at times, but it's good to know someone halfway decent is keeping an eye on the country. Speaking of politics, you'll be interested to hear that that little girl of mine (eighteen years old now-- can you believe it? We certainly can't) has decided to pursue political law as a vocation. Expect to hear great things from her soon. Or at least very loud things.
We're not particularly crowded just now-- well, no more so than we always are since I acquired two new boys as permanent members of the household. Alix blames midlife crisis. She has only one perfectly docile trainee at the moment, and I'm as much at a loose end as the owner of three beautiful and eager pleasure slaves possibly could be-- so I'd certainly be interested in hearing more about your problem. I'm not sure, though, whether you mean you'd be looking to sell me the boy as a delinquent and have me retrain and resell him elsewhere, or simply to have him spend a period of retraining in my house, at the conclusion of which he'd be returned to you. Either one is negotiable, but in the latter case I'll need a pretty thorough explanation of how you see the problem and at what point you'd consider it solved, whereas in the former case you can simply hand the boy off to me and I'll use my own judgment.
Love to Natalya, and to Sasha from all of us. I don't think Yves has ever quite recovered from the pleasure of having such an enthusiastic fellow bookworm in the house!
Yours,
Holden
Fyodor,
It's good to hear from you as always, and I'm glad to hear you continue well, if a bit overworked; believe me when I say I know the feeling. I'm especially glad to hear Sasha is still doing well, not that I expected anything less; he was always a delight, and though we were sad to see him go, it was a pleasure to place him in your capable hands at the conclusion of his training.
I'm sure your political responsibilities seem tedious at times, but it's good to know someone halfway decent is keeping an eye on the country. Speaking of politics, you'll be interested to hear that that little girl of mine (eighteen years old now-- can you believe it? We certainly can't) has decided to pursue political law as a vocation. Expect to hear great things from her soon. Or at least very loud things.
We're not particularly crowded just now-- well, no more so than we always are since I acquired two new boys as permanent members of the household. Alix blames midlife crisis. She has only one perfectly docile trainee at the moment, and I'm as much at a loose end as the owner of three beautiful and eager pleasure slaves possibly could be-- so I'd certainly be interested in hearing more about your problem. I'm not sure, though, whether you mean you'd be looking to sell me the boy as a delinquent and have me retrain and resell him elsewhere, or simply to have him spend a period of retraining in my house, at the conclusion of which he'd be returned to you. Either one is negotiable, but in the latter case I'll need a pretty thorough explanation of how you see the problem and at what point you'd consider it solved, whereas in the former case you can simply hand the boy off to me and I'll use my own judgment.
Love to Natalya, and to Sasha from all of us. I don't think Yves has ever quite recovered from the pleasure of having such an enthusiastic fellow bookworm in the house!
Yours,
Holden