You have no mind of your own, as you sit away from Me in prison. All I allow you is a sporadic letter on which you hang on every syllable……your bitch wife is NEVER in your thoughts as you pull up the grainy wool Navy blanket when they call “LIGHTS OUT”…now your pathetic tiny hand slowly caresses your testicles …..thinking of My SEX and how I now MAKE you release …..NO not that …..release your tiny pee pee and point the pen light on the pad under the blanket and WRITE what you would give to just smell the slightest tiny fragrance of MY sex….you are MINE to do with as I wish, “convict”!