You Pick the Burnout

You stare at the page blankly. If you were a good person, you'd report this to the police. Between the letter and this, you certainly have evidence that someone is sending you weird and likely illegal shit. Maybe they could run a finger print scan of it.

You look back down at the paper. You know, whatever this is, you're willing to bet it's sexual. The black haired girl that seems like she's always running on empty has been in the corner of your eye for awhile. She's cute already, and if she ever had the time and energy to make herself up, she'd probably be a bombshell. You've tried talking to her before, but she invariably never had time for you. You picture her body naked, bouncing up and down on your cock. Almost without thinking you circle her picture.

Oh well. Now that you've circled it, you might as well send it out. You take an envelope and seal the paper into it. The next time you leave your apartment, you leave it in the mailbox in the lobby.