Dear lovely Puie
I wait for you. I wait for lovely pictures too. I love to read every word from you too. But I really one thing dad told me. Dad ask if I seen pictures if Puie when Puie was a teenager. Then dad laugh.
I forgot to tell you, because the only photo I have of you, are one photo on a moped. And I see the paper photos dad have. It was when I see the paper photos I fall in love with you. I steal one of the paper photos. I have it under my pillow, instead of your underwear. Look at the photo. I love you so much. I still wait to masturbate. I wait for your pictures. But I can wait.
Warm and sweet dreams,
Your man,
Your Peter J