THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

I know that I will always love Kitsumekat.  She is just so damned cute

and hot.  Its worth all the pain, heartbreak, and body odor she puts

me through.  She has beautiful eyes, lovely boobs, a smoking butt, and

the greatest sense of fashion ever...really. The Kardasian sluts would

love to be like her.  Really, they told me so.

We decided to spend our vacation together...in Paris.  I had gotten

a huge bonus at work so off we went. Kitsumekat said she would go but

only if there was no sex involved.  I agreed.  

After we got our room at a nice cheap motel we took a nap. After we

rested up, we fucked, then had showers and went out.  Kitsumekat wanted

to drink French wine.  That shit is expensive so we settled for American

wine coolers.  After several bottles Kitsumekat said French Wine was

as good as they said it was. Later we went and watched a great French

move with Arnold Swarzeneggar and Bruce Willis.  The acting was incredible

in that one and the story so profound.  We also tried so French cigarettes,

did you know they have Newports in France?  Isn't that amazing.

We went to that museum with the funny name, the Louve or soemthing like

that. There were lots of pics of naked women out on picnics.  Kitsumekat

said she didn't get it.  I told her to wait until we got back to our

room and she would get it...over and over again.  She didn't get that

either. Looks and brains don't mix.

I bought her a hat, with a real dead bird on top of it.  She loved it

and kissed me passionately while I felt her up.  Did I ever tell you

how soft her ass is.  Its really soft, but still firm if you know

what I mean.

I was starting to get a boner and she giggled when she saw it. It was

embarrassing cause there were lots of French girls around and they

were pointing at it...the boner I mean.  We went back to our room and

had sex again.  It was great. I took a nap and when I woke up she

was gone.  I went out looking for her but she was nowhere in sight.

I got so lonely I bought a plastic blowup doll and slept with it three

nights.  It wasn't Kitsumekat but it was cute...and pretty damn good

in bed I must say.

Finally Kitsumekat came back.  She said she had Amnesia and didn't remember

anything so I shouldn't ask her any questions. She smelled like men

and lots of men at that. I found one million francs in her purse.  I think

that is like 500 dollars?  I asked her what the fuck?  She said she

needed money to stay in Paris cause she wasn't going back  home with

me. Naturally I got upset and asked where the money came from.  She said

that she didn't remember cause she had fell and hit her head after all

that French wine I had given her.  I finally admitted it was my fault.

The next day we decided to break up.  She kissed me and said goodbye.

She got her new boyfriend to drive me to the airport.  His name was

Pierre and he was nice, and rich of course.  Despite his being nice I

bought a big knife at a convenience store and stabbed him.  Then I

threw his body into a heavily wooded gully. I thought about stabbing

Kitsumekat but she looked at me with those big sad eyes and I just

couldn't do it.  We ended up fucking before I put her out beside the

road with only ten francs.  It took the rest and fled to a Russian

airport where I and sending this letter.  I like Russia, the women

are hot and the air is nice and cool.  However, I already miss

Kitsumekat cause I know there will never be another like her. I

feel bad about Pierre but only cause I forgot to roll him before I

pitched his sorry French ass.  Well, life is filled with regrets, the

best you can hope for is to meet a girl Like Kitsumekat and wind up

in a russian airport.