A Letter From MR. NIPPLES

Dearest Mr. Keep Your Feet Wet,

I saw your recent post about me; I am so very disappointed that you did not appreciate my splashing games. I am insulted and deeply offended that you would accuse me of malicious intent toward your dear friend Gina. I was not trying to nibble on Gina. No, no, no! I would never consider nibbling on her toes, feet, calf or thigh.  Nice juicy thigh meat disgusts me. How revolting sir! Never would I nibble on her fingers, hands, arms or head either.  To think I might nibble on her so easily in the water; to think that she would be completely helpless and I would be free just to nibble away. Oh dear, I could just nibble, nibble and nibble at my leisure. No sir, I would never consider such horrific and veil things. But I do have a very pressing question; I just can’t contain my curiosity. Where is our dearest Gina from? I mean she looks of maybe Italian descent perhaps? I must say I’m really only familiar with Mexicans and they are rather spicy. I mean, spicy in the sense of competitive vigor, when we play our splashing games together; oh how we laugh. It is certainly a murderously jolly good time we have, but I must say that I’m just dying to play games with Gina again, just dying in anticipation. When will she be returning the Guadalupe Island? Mmmmh, I’d love to have a go at Italian again; I mean, I would love to play splashing games again sometime soon, very soon. Arrivederci my dearest Gina! Until, we meet again!

Tootles,

Mr. Nipples