waiting for Emmi to check up on me. Now I can go to bed in peace. Iâm off early in the morning, so I hope you and your family have a good weekâs skiing. Good night. Read you soon!
Leo
Three minutes later
Re: Shame
Are you wearing pajamas?
Good night,
E
Two minutes later
Re: Shame
Do you sleep naked, by any chance? Good night, Leo.
Four minutes later
Re: Shame
Hey there, Mr. Leo, that was really quite erotic. I didnât think you were up to it. Iâve no desire to dispel the prickling tension thatâs emerging between us, so Iâd better not ask what your pajamas are like. Good night then, and have a nice time in Prague!
Fifty seconds later
Re: Shame
Well, do you sleep naked?
One minute later
Re: Shame
He really wants to know! For the purposes of your fantasy world, my dear Leo, letâs say it depends on who Iâm sleeping with. Hope you two have a nice time in Prague!
Emmi
Two minutes later
Re: Shame
You three, you mean! Iâm going with an old friend of mine and her partner.
Leo
P.S. Iâm shutting down now.
Five days later
Subject: (no subject)
Dear Emmi,
Are you online there, skiing?
Best wishes, Leo
P.S. You were right about Pragueâmy two chums decided to split up. But it would have been worse in Rome.
Three days later
Subject: (no subject)
Dear Emmi,
Itâs high time you came back. Iâm missing being under email surveillance. Evenings hanging around in plush bars are no fun at all right now.
One day later
Subject: (no subject)
Just so youâve got three messages from me in your in-box.
All the best,
Leo
P.S. Yesterday I bought a new pair of pajamas especially for you, or at least with you in mind.
Three hours later
Subject: (no subject)
Are you not writing to me?
Two hours later
Subject: (no subject)
Canât you write to me anymore, or donât you want to write?
Two and a half hours later
Subject: (no subject)
I can change the pajamas if thatâs the problem.
Forty minutes later
Re:
Oh Leo, youâre so sweet!! But thereâs no point in us carrying on like this. This is so far removed from real life. My skiing holiday: now that was real life. It might not have been the best, but it was good enough and I have to confess I wouldnât want it any other way. So thatâs how it is, and however it is, itâs fine by me. The kids got on my nerves a bit, but thatâs what kids are for. Besides, theyâre not mine, and every now and again they reproach me for that. But the trip went pretty much O.K. (Iâve already said that, havenât I?)
Letâs be honest with each other, Leo: as far as youâre concerned Iâm just a fantasy image. The only real thing about me is a few letters that you, with all your language psychology, might be able to bring together into some kind of harmonious whole. To you Iâm like telephone sex, only without the sex or the telephone. Computer sex then, but again, without the sex or the downloadable images. And for me youâre just a bit of fun, a way for me to refresh my flirting skills. You allow me to do the one thing Iâve been missing: I can experience the first stages of an affair (without really having to have an affair). But we two beauties are already on the second or third stage of an affair that cannot happen. So I think itâs about time we stopped where we are. Otherwise the whole thing will become ridiculous. Weâre not fifteen anymore, even if Iâm much closer to it than you are, but either way weâre not, and thereâs nothing we can do about that.
Thereâs something else I want to say, Leo. Throughout the whole of our family skiing trip, which was irritating at times, but overall darned nice, peaceful, harmonious, funny, even romantic, I couldnât help thinking of a certain snow bear called Leo Leike, whom Iâve never met. Thatâs just not right. Itâs actually pretty sick, donât you