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A tiny frisson of validation.

A Russian spam-bride finds her way to my inbox. Her grammar isn’t great, but she does look hot.

I answer some questions no one asked, and apologize for it.

I guess I scared her off.

Slow, where’d you go?

I want to know what you want to read.

I give an assignment: pack for a week away with me. Every layer, every accessory, every toy. Don’t hold back.

A little homework assignment for my date.

E-Lust linked to my story “21.” Welcome, E-Lust readers.