Dear S-Person (5)

Dear S-Person,
 

It’s about quarter to one in the morning and I just got home and felt like talking to you.  Since I couldn’t do that, I danced around my publishing group site, flirting with my silliness.  Why is it that you never introduce me to your students?  I feel so unloved and <sniff> unappreciated. Today Ozzie and I hung out at The Corner again for lunch.  He’s hooked.  Afterwards we went to the new Huntington Central Park Sports Complex.  It’s the new state-of –the art recreational facility featuring baseball and soccer fields, children’s play areas, food concessions, restroom facilities, multiple parking lots, and beautiful columns and landscaping.   You would love it! 

As we were walking around, I noticed an amphitheater set in a shady eucalyptus grove within a park.  Some actors were performing Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing.  I know you mentioned Hamlet, but is Much Ado a play you teach?  Ozzie and I weren’t able to watch it all, but we did catch some of it.  S-Person, do you think we are more like Benedick and Beatrice bantering back and forth, witty, and disdainful of love?  Or are we more like Claudio and Hero, who are rendered practically speechless from their love for one another?  Benedick and Beatrice argue with delightful wit, and Shakespeare develops their journey from antagonism to sincere love and affection with a rich sense of humor and compassion.  I look forward to hearing your thoughts. 

After watching a little Shakespeare in the Park and on our way back to our car, Ozzie and I were listening to some music and talking about life.  I had him give me a little help on a song I’m writing; it was one of those times when one has a chance to kind of recharge one’s spiritual batteries so to speak.  When Ozzie dropped me off, we both had the feeling of being a little more alive. 

What I really wanted to do after that was spend some time with you.  I wanted to slip my hand between your legs and show you how much I missed you.  To watch you and listen to you moan with pleasure gives me so much joy.  While I like it when you reciprocate, my cock gets hard just watching you and hearing you get off.  I like to take my fingers and fuck you with one finger at a time, sliding in and out of you ever so softly.  And when you are on the edge and looking at me with your big hazel eyes, I am filled with ecstasy myself.

I know you’re often a bit squeamish when you read my stories and those words, but  oh S-Person, I’m feeling I’m really at my best and have a stronger sense of purpose and direction when I’m with you.  I was so tempted to call you at about 7:00 when I got home to see if I could hop on a plane to come see you.  I was sure at that point; however, you already had plans for the evening, so I overcame my temptation.  With a $397.00 price on the plane ticket, that was probably a wise move.  Margaret may have questioned the charges, and I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. 

I ended up spending most of my time playing cards with Ozzie and a few of the guys from work.  I made up for the night we played over at the pool and lost, because tonight I was up $30.00.  On the whole, I would consider it to be a very good evening, relaxing with my friends.  I just wish I could have spent the time with you, too.  I guess I don’t have too much more to say in this letter.  I just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you and wish I could see you.  My “beard” (if I can really call it that) is getting a little longer and fuller, but it still looks pretty shabby.  Being the rebel that I am, though, I don’t really care that much.  And the song that I’m writing is something I really want to share with you.  It’s in the early stages right now, but I can tell you that the working title is “Walking Through Life in Another Man’s Shoes.”  It started as an outgrowth to that little poem I started writing from the last time we were together and of my reflections on the movie Crossroads.  I don’t know how it will turn out, but I do know that writing is something that is important to me.  I’ll let you know when I finish, because if it turns out right, it will be something I’ll really be proud of.  For now, take care.  Imagine my hand between your legs and the way I feel about you.  I love you. 

                                                                                                Love,

                                                                                                Max