God I miss her so. They sent me off to make a business deal across the oceans in the deep woods of the Colorados. One hundred days out in the Sticks. I yearend For her loving embrace each and every day.
At the dinner party, before I left for the One hundred days, the Six of us all ate and drank and had a good time. I still can recal when they all left and it was just us and our One desire for each other.
One, they say, is a lonely number. When she had the Fevor I could only think of my One truest love. I was not lonely then, and as I write this letter, I am not lonely now.