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Elazar,
Gurl, have I got some tea for you!
Sorry, I may be spending too much time with the ol’ partners. Except, I really do have some news for you.
There was a second shooter the night of the charity gala. The first one was aiming for Gretchen, and he’s been dealt with. We found out the other day that there was someone else taking shots and they sent a cryptic email to Steve before it happened. AND Steve is really Ulysses Steven Valjean Wainwright and he’s like a gazillionaire and owns the Queen’s Rook !
Anyway, we’re kind of on light lockdown until they can be apprehended. No one allowed out by themselves, at least travel in pairs, but avoid taking unnecessary risks. Illarion has sent additional men to us for extra security and they’re really big and silent and not outwardly friendly. Kevlar assures us they’re all big softies inside. I think he lied so we’d feel better, but I don’t care so long as everyone is safe.
And to ease your concerns, I’ll be going to the Squirrel Hill clubhouse for a couple weeks. Mars and Etta are INSISTENT, and I get it. I’m carrying their child. I’m taking Cassie and Roman with me, just in case.
Mercury and a few others have been busy scanning the Rook , every club business and the clubhouse for foreign cameras and recording devices. Everyone’s a little on edge, since Steve, Etta, Apollo, and Brooks received files from the shooter with private and confidential information about their employees, patients, residents, donors, and the club itself.
Despite all that is happening, I can still hear your voice commanding me the other night. Directing my pleasure. Single hottest moment of my entire life…so far. I can’t believe we did that over video call. I’ve never had phone sex before and though I pray and wish for your quick return, I came so hard. I’m open to a virtual imitation knowing I’ll have the real thing soon enough.
My feelings grow for you daily, hourly, sometimes by the second. I love our chats, texts, emails and letters, and even the non-sexual video calls. I’ve learned so much about you and myself, yet I know a lifetime isn’t long enough to learn everything about you.
I feel impotent, unable to help you with your discharge from the army, or the trouble you’re facing with Gunderson. I’ve put together a care package for you, it should arrive in the next week or so.
Marlena
P.S. The care package should be opened when you are alone!