254th - 259th email

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:01PM
Subject:  Still frisky

Do you have a suggestion of how to help said friskiness…?

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:21PM
Subject:  Going nuts

...cause the tension in my joints is mad…need to distract myself…

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:31PM
Subject:  Just punched a hole  in the wall…but

…really focused on you…thought of you…dressed like a man of authority…standing at the foot of my bed…

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:31PM
Subject:  Your hands are strong…your voice controlling…

…you say my name…my mouth dries…my stomach aches…I haven’t eaten in weeks…

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:31PM
Subject:  I’m so hungry…

…and even, crushed and broken…my jaw shattered from your embrace…

…I eat you…every bit of you…it hurts…muscle and bone snaps…but in the end there is nothing left and I am full…just for a little while…

From: Stacey Marchenkova    
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 23:54PM
Subject:  Done, honey…done

…and ready for sleep…good night…

252nd and 253rd email

From: Dom Borax 
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Thursday October 8th, 1999 21:35PM
Subject:  RE RE RE RE RE change of topic

Hey Stace, don’t do that. I accept your apology, really. That’s all I need.

And it’s damn sweet that you’d consider coming to see me. That’s so cool.

But it’s not worth it. Really.

I’m just having a tough time at the moment. I’m just trying to work it out.

And sure it would be easier with you as puzzle wing-man – just to ease those moments with an offer in a glance that means; “Don’t worry, that simply doesn’t make any sense at all.”

But I don’t need you in person to do that.

I can imagine it.

I can imagine you there with your dark eyes – peering over your glasses, blinking with those lashes. I can see vividly that selling everything you have to be here in person would simply just exhaust you needlessly.

Not that I don’t appreciate the offer. If you were here, I would hold you so tight that I could possibly crush you to death.

And perhaps for that reason alone you should stay safe and alive on the other side of the world.

Because as much as I want to feel our bones break I know that kissing you after would be awkward.

So hear me, darling - I’ll be fine.  Trust me.  I’ll win in the end. And when I do you can come visit me then as a king of this town, as a victor of this city, as a man of the Angels.

Yours crushingly

Dom

From: Stacey Marchenkova  
To: dom borax
Sent: Thursday October 8th , 1999 22:17PM
Subject:  Well…after reading your last email

I’m frisky as all get out…