My dear, Do you know of the one major difference between genius and stupidity? No, it has nothing to do with how fast one can solve algebraic problems, or about the size of ones vocabulary… It’s about limits. Falsely yours, Albert...

My dear, Driving safely with you beside me is impossible. For when I drive with you alongside me I fantasize about kissing you. I fantasize about the touch of your lips, the warmth, the wetness, the all consuming embrace of it all. I fantasize about our tongues rejoicing as they find each other, like long lost lovers. And the slow yet desperate breath of air we take once we our lips unlock, needing air. I fantasize about moving down your...