May 25th.85
Hey Dennis speaking,
I've been looking at that little girl on my chest of
drawers. So cute, so submissive, so sweet. You, who have been used
to such strong women. You've got your rock of Gibralter down south,
keeping everything together for you, and then, there's me and the
others, all pretty strong women I suspect. How are you going to
deal with all that unassertivness? What? What did you say? You're
going to try hard? A new challenge? An enlightening experience? I
can see your smile from here.
This is all on my mind because I'm going to miss you so. My
feelings have evolved without even consulting me. So fast. Nobody
said, "Lise, we're contemplating going to the next step up. What do
you think?". No-o-o-o. It all happened behind my back. When I
wasn't looking. And I thought I had everything under control. The
girl needed to be humbled. But then so did you. The man with the
perfect life. Thank God I came along! You needed me too, sweetie.
And now here it is. I love you with all my heart. Can't go
back on that. Put that feather in your cap, Gallagher. Another one
bites the dust.
Not so, not so. I'm going to be just fine. But you are
going to leave me with such a big void in my life. I mean, what do
I do when I want to touch you, kiss you, love you. How do I do all
of that long distance? Who is going to kiss my breasts the way you
do, who is going to kiss my neck, touch me, make love to me the way
you do? Ask your computers.
It's not only that. You have been a great friend. You have
done so much for me these past few months. You have helped me
financially, emotionally, you have loved me no matter what.
Truthfully, you have surprised me. The way it looks is that I take
and you give. Do I give you anything? Can you let me? I love you,
sweetie. And I want you. So get your beautiful ass over here and
let me make you feel good.
Lise
- written the day after Lise's surgery.
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —