It depends on My mood. Versatility is a virtue.

With your usual tact and grace, you identified me as one of the guys who had “strayed off into wankland.” There were no accounts of your evil pillaging of bank accounts, and I thought maybe you had gone soft, and maybe it was time for me to get out. But now, with Part 1 of your Miami adventures, I’m sucked right back in again.

Your account is spare, but vivid. It’s like certain artists who can convey a scene and a mood with just a few brushstrokes.

Hypnotize the wife and seduce the husband – there’s a winning formula that makes the blood drain from my head and gives me thoughts of doing foolish things.

Jane’s shock at the money charged to her credit cards reminds me of the complaint by Jack Kent Cooke after he hired George Allen to make the Washington Redskins a top football team. Cooke complained, “I gave him an unlimited budget and he’s already exceeded it!” It was a nice touch of evil to leave her with cupcake cravings. A few extra pounds on the wife may make it easier for John to decide who he truly loves the most.

Your seduction of John by discussing physics in a bikini is a scene I could really go for. I assume only you would be in the bikini. If I had to wear one also, I don’t see how you could keep a straight face for a serious discussion.

As for me, I don’t know if I could be at my best in such a discussion, as much as it interests me. How can I focus on hidden dimensions when I can’t take my eyes off the fully revealed dimensions of the Goddess in front of me. And what of time? Is it discrete or continuous? Does it exist at all? One thing is certain. Time stands still for any man frozen by your hypnotic gaze.

After reading this, I rushed off to send you my airfare donation. As usual, I went through multiple stages in the selection of an amount – the amount I would be comfortable with, then a larger amount that maybe would be acceptable, and then finally a foolishly large amount. What can I do?