Algy had gone away on a voyage of two years. It was a sad, sad parting, but perhaps the best for both of us, for we still love each other above everything on earth. I must therefore cease to write to you on such topics as child- love, and this must be the last of my letters on the subject.
But if, as you ask me, I can pay you a short visit in Paris before long, I shall most gladly do so, and then perhaps you will let me sleep with some pretty innocent child-girl whom you wish to train in the art of love, for I still feel that there is no pleasure so great as that of awakening the lustful passions and sucking the first few drops of child-spunk from the quivering slit of a pretty little girl.
So till we meet my dear Marie, good-bye. I remain your own friend, Phyllis.
