Letters from Sarah to:

Emmie

Lynn

Hey there sunshine!

Don’t worry, I won’t take the chair thing out of his hide… much. You have a temper on you, don’tcha? Well, remember to get plenty of bed rest, and lots of sleep. I’ll do my best to make sure your surfer stays in bed too. *grins*

After all, he fell for it once, whose to say now that he’s wand less, defenseless, and oh so yummi that he won’t fall for it again? This time I have my wand on my side. Hell it doesn’t have to even be me, I’m not selfish, and he’s a bit more commitment phobic this time around right?

I wonder if he can still do that one thing with his tongue…

Guess I should find out!

Sarah

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*She smiled to herself, quite pleased. There were some jobs that could only be pulled during a lockdown… though this one would have to hit everyone, there was no way she could be specific without getting caught…*

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Doing my best to work on the problem, not sure how far I’ll get. Sorry. There’s only so much that can be done. Going to make the loft implode in on itself, with any luck no one will want anything to do with anyone.

At least half your problem is going away too. Try and keep it together, okay? I’ll be back when I can.

Sarah