I’m having trouble with my twelve disciples. Peter and Simeon.

Are being rebellious and competitive. Refusing

throwing the fishing net onto the the sea. Creating discontent among

the others. They miss their wives. I’ve been hard on them banning them

from seeing and laying with their wives. I on the other hand am

lucky. Having you every night next to me and my chest. And my lips.

Can not deprive them from their pleasure. They shall have it from now

on. It’s been decided. Come to me sweet beautiful Magdalene. Tell me

another story abut you. I’m thirsty for listening to each and every one

of them. But before you do it…kiss me.

Love you dearly.

Ernesto Onofre