From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 30 September, 1999 02:12 PM

Subject: Where did my letter go?

Dear girl,

Where did my mail go? I wrote you a big mail yesterday! And I sent it before the afternoon. Where did it go? I wrote something about our desire and tension and all. I don't exactly recall all the sentences. Were you angry at me when you didn't get my letter? Oh, don't, pleeeeease. You know very well that I won't delay my reply intentionally.

I will call you today. No, I am going to disobey you. I have to call you. You can run away or let the phone ring and don't pick up. Or you can unplug the phone. But I will call you. I can't leave you here alone with sadness in our eyes and go home. Especially during your menses. Today is your date and tomorrow I am leaving. I want to hear your voice. You don't have to unleash your feelings if you are not comfortable. But I want to hear your phone ringing at least. To answer or not to answer is left to you.

All the ribbons you found is for your beautiful hair and your beautiful body. The white ribbons cover your golden hair like a halo. The yellow is for your angelic smiling face. The green is like a chain around your neck. The pink ribbons covering your chest, running over your soft pink nipples, and the purple for your belly over the naval button. And the red is to cover your sweet little triangle of love, running between your legs. The blue is to tie in your hands. And your legs are always tied up by an invisible ribbon so that you can never run away.

Yesterday night we had a dance party her where I study German. How much I wished you were here. To dance with you! Even though I danced, I really missed you. I got two prizes too for the competitions held there. That is for you.

So now, I will call you today. You told me you don't want me to hear your depressed voice. NO, I want your sorrow too to be shared. I can't let you go with your sorrow. We are here not only to share joys but also to share sorrows. I will be sad to hear your depressed voice. But I will be sadder if you pretend to be happy with a sad heart. When you reveal yourself, I can be a bit relieved because I was there with you when you were depressed. OK? So don't hide your sorrow. I want them too...my sad princess...

Yours

Kamal