| Subject: Re: background in refugee services and orientation |
| From: "emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com" <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> |
| Date: 12/7/10, 11:34 |
| To: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
Just got a text from my mum saying *Hello darling, I am with the Paramedics in Marks and Spencers, I felt faint and they are putting me in a taxi home* So thats great. She's supposed to be flying to Australia on Friday - they are flying with Quantas - the airline who had to recall half their planes recently due to an engine malfunction. I really hope she has not got flu.
I masturbated earlier because thoughts of you had given me a raging *clit boner* Someone wrote that phrase under one of my photographs and I am trying to use it as often as I can which so far is once, here, with you. Anyway the story concerned you being all arrogant and haughty. I think I was tied up but its all a blur of flu meds and clit boners (yay! twice) In the end you fucked me hard until I screamed blue murder and slapped your face, which now that I think about still turns me on. I may have to slap you at some point during *operation Emma Clit Boner (3!)* of which I forsee many operations as I will be permanently clit boned in your presence. I hope it doesn't drop off from being brittle. I may start a moisturising regime.
You have not said you love me for 600 years. That is why I still have flu. You nasty gorgeous pig you. X ( I love you, as does my clit boner (4!)