I'll respect your request to stop asking prying questions about your Mistress. She sounds like she must be terribly intriguing, hidden away from the world like that, but I understand some of us prefer greater privacy.
But since the miserable crone who trained me is long in the dirt, I am free to answer your query, how it is exactly a girl with such an uncomplicated past would be taken on as an apprentice.
During my time with her I thought to ask Mistress Sandra myself why she relented. I recall the answer clearly;
"If you die it'll be funny. If you live it'll be funnier."
You must imagine it accompanied by her awful Halloween decor cackle, as her television was playing it's endless parade of sitcoms at max volume.
Whenever I questioned a teaching she would tell me I was right, and that she was sabotaging me on purpose. I always admired her sense of humor.
Speaking of the past, I'm having Cam fetch an old photograph. This way when I say I was hot back then, you'll know I'm telling the truth! Something to make it even more enticing when these letters inevitably deteriorate into threats to drain you until you can't move.
Which has been getting altogether too general for my tastes. I'm basically just restating that you're too my aesthetic preferences now. Why don't you open up a little and tell me what sort of fantasies you've got in that dirty survivalist head of yours! It'll give me something to work with.
Not much else going on here. Same old, same old. My highlights last month were cutting some poor bastards head off and Cam finding a very discreet brothel where I feel safe giving my running commentary during her fun.
Hope we meet in person again sometime!
Your fellow practitioner,
With each letter I am filled with more and more regret about my behavior at our first meeting. Please accept my profuse apologies. I have not once approached creepy middle aged women since.
