Yes-A dead guy-A warning and gift

Author's Notes: This chapter was an adaptation of Robopoop’s original chapter. As a sort of thank you, I will be adapting his chapters and then follow with my own. Now... onwards!

I decided to open the letter.

Oh, come on. Like you would have done anything else. A mysterious letter from God-knows-where lands on your doorstep and you aren’t even a little bit curious about what could be inside? No? Whoa, you're sick man, go see a therapist, okay?

I quickly broke the wax seal and took the letter out of the envelope. I will admit I was way too excited about this, I’ll give you that. The paper was just as fancy and expensive as the envelope, maybe even more so. It reminded me of the kind of stuff I saw on a movie about 17th century royalty. I, uh, only so it because it was the only thing on the tv. Shut up.

The words were written in cursive, so I quickly dammed to Hell whoever was enough of a snob too actually write in cursive any more. I mean, honestly. After five or so minutes of squeezing my eyes at the scribbles, which I began to suspect were long lost hieroglyphics, I was finally able to make out what the letter said.

‘My beloved Jefferson.

I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry about your father, my detested master, reacting the way he did and almost having his bodyguards kill you. I don’t how he found out about us seeing each other behind his back. He seems to think you were rapping me or some rubbish like that, so I’m safe from him, but he is after you.

I know that I was only supposed to be your father’s maid to you, but I couldn’t help it, I love the feeling of your huge cock destroying the inside of my tight pussy. Your father is so old and small, I have to pretend to like it when I do my job as his mistress. I want you back so bloody bad.

It’s been six months since I last heard from you. I’m begging to think you forgot me and found your self some other girl. I want you to know, that if you haven’t contact me because it’s too dangerous, then I understand and have a little something that might make you happier.

Your theory was right. The blokes at the lab said it was possible to make a formula that enhanced pheromones and alters the perception of others, now you can have all the company you want, just be sure to leave some of you for me. It will act as a powerful aphrodisiac for the female body and stimulant for the male one.

I dipped this letter in some before shutting it, so you must have gotten it’s effects by now. It will be absorbed by your skin and then travel through your body. I used enough for only one dose so it should be fine.

I have stashed lots of money from your father, more than enough for the two of us, and will be waiting on our abroad home in the Caribbean. We can have piñas coladas and beach shags whenever you want.

I can’t wait to stop serving in the Tannenbaum household and become your woman alone.

XXX. Nicole.’

That... was weird. Definitely weird. The letter was either a prank from one of my friends or just prove that there was a guy that had a very fucked up live. A Jefferson Tannenbaum by the sound of it.

Hmmm, Tannenbaum, I was sure I heard that name before. Oh, yeah. It was on the newspapers like five months ago. The Police had found the body of the son of a huge London mob boss dead on the beach from six gunshots and... Oh.

OH!

Well, that sucked for Nicole. And for Jefferson too, I guess. But that’s what he got from sleeping with his dad’s girl.

But the rest of it had to be pure bullshit. There was just no way the whole formula stuff was real. It sounded like the girl was **** and wanted any excuse to see the Jefferson dude again.

Oh, well. I had no way of telling Nicole I got the letter instead, so not my problem.

I had spent so much time think about the letter that it was already 10 in the morning. It was early, sunny, Saturday and my birthday.

What shall I do on this fine, fine morning?