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To: Blue On Black who wrote (7570)	10/6/1999 8:56:00 PM
From: Druss	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

Lee--You are sure mellowing out. Must be one of the benefits of marriage and marriage to the Wolf in particular. I was a bit puzzled on the cathouse reference. I know we didn't get to Madam Fifi's House of Joy, Restaurant, and Tire Emporium. [I guess when there is a Wal-Mart on every corner like in Arkansas, you have to diversify.] It is too bad the Wolf tends to get testy about your visiting. Still in your two hour description of the virtues of the place you never once mentioned ego stroking. Druss

To: Blue On Black who wrote (7570)	10/6/1999 10:07:00 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

You go to a cathouse to get your ego stroked?! Hmmmm. Its a novel idea! :) Just intercepted this email that was going through two cows to Druss: Sweets--forgive these short words. I have been so dreadfully busy. Spring is turning here, and all the ladies and gentlemen simply must be turned out in the latest fashions (including yours truly; you remember I was always one for the latest look!). You simply must come down, my Dear. I simply kant imagine how you have resisted the Continent for soo long. The colors are astounding--ummmm! (mind you, the people are dreadfully pretentious with their silly little airs; but it really makes for jolly good amusement over all :)). Well, I simply must flit. A charming and debonair gentleman (Solon by name), has graciously consented to escort me to the opera this evening...and I must be sure to be properly coiffed. One never knows what to expect from a date--does one! They say he is (or at least was) something of an artist...so I shant wear my panties. OH! SILLY ME! Darling, I almost forgot--I miss you terribly. Yours, Love (sigh) me XXX