MIDGE REFLECTS

Pearl, my Dove,

Words can never express the anguish and pain that Miss Pat inflicted upon us. My only consolation was that I was quite the slut while we were there, and I managed to have many a sweaty and erotic encounter with Julio, the groundskeeper, and Mr.. Bennett-Smyth, the swarthy cook. Sometimes simultaneously. but Miss Pat was a hard task mistress, and she managed to render my paramour's useless with the simple addition of saltpeter to ALL of the food. The Bitch!!

You are correct however, her enslavement with "the little people" (as they like to be referred) was both grotesque and slightly arousing. I'll say no more on that subject until the inquest is closed.

I so look forward to your visit to our metropolis and a happy reunion. I remember a few of the covers, but as the drummer, words were never the major concern for me. It was the possibility that one of my well-formed breasts should "pop" out of our revealing unitards whilst I banged the skins. No matter, we can play whatever your little heart desires, as long as that sell out bitch Lauryn Hill is not included.

Your correspondence is greatly anticipated.

Forever and truly yours,
Midge Celestine Peck