My Dearest Thunderfoot
My dearest, beautiful, lovely, wonderful Thunderfoot: Happy Anniversary:
I love the way the room shakes when you stomp on the floors at our house. The shaking is very rhythmic. I love the way you smile; when the right side of your mustache turns up higher on your upper lip. It is so cutesy. Also the volume of your nagging is two decibels under intensive. Your feet are so beautiful when the hairs turn black. I love the change of colors when you don’t wash them. The odor reminds me of the garbage dump we were at when I asked you to be my wife.
When you take a bath, your flab shakes and splashes the water about. It looks like Niagara Falls running over the side of the bath tub. Niagara Falls is where I want to be with you for our next anniversary.
You are so kind to me between whippings. You smiled when I emptied the trash yesterday. Does that mean that you are grateful for me doing it or laughing at me when I stubbed my toe and tripped on the way outside? Does that mean that you will delay my next whipping event, or just lessen the velocity of the whip slamming, or maybe just a tap, or no whipping at all?
What ever you decide my dearest is fine with me. I love your punishments. I also love canker sores on my lip and ingrown toenails and my abscessed molars. When we go to Niagara Falls next year, please be sure to stand close to the edge and turn your back to me, my lovely, sugar puss wifey dear. I love you so much.
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