If your son had given my email address to you, he’d have mentioned it to me and then given me shit about it. 100% chance he’d have warned me not to hit on you.
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To: ALancaster
From: justmaddie
Can’t argue with that logic. Guess I’m busted then.
Let’s just say you’re not the only one with top-secret skills. And I’d never reveal my sources.
I think I’ll leave you wondering for now. Who doesn’t like a bit of intrigue? It’ll give you something to ponder while you’re in a foxhole or whatever you do over there. Wherever “there” is this time.
Don’t miss your flight. Check in when you can. I’ll be thinking of you (also not in a creepy way).
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To: justmaddie
From: ALancaster
There’s no chance of me missing my flight. I’m never late, and I’m on the plane already, just waiting for takeoff.
First, I like a little intrigue. I’m up for a game. I’ll have lots of downtime in the next few weeks to uncover your secrets.
Second, this might be out of line for me to say since you’re still technically married, but if you want to think about me in a creepy way, I wouldn’t object. Frankly, I’d take you thinking about me in just about any way you wanted to. And I’d love permission to think of you in all the ways too.
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To: ALancaster
From: justmaddie
Excuse me, Alan. That made me blush. I knew you were a playboy.
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To: justmaddie
From: ALancaster
I disagree. If I were a playboy, I’d be saying things like that to many women. But I’m only saying it to you.
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To: ALancaster
From: justmaddie
Exactly what a playboy would say.
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To: justmaddie
From: ALancaster
When I get back, I’ll figure out how to prove to you that I’m not a playboy.