Honey Button you have nothing to reproach yourself for and your hospitality was exceptional. Your pretend modesty I can understand - we had both had a great deal to drink earlier in the evening, but I have to say, I have rarely experienced so much enjoyment in just one night. You have such boundless energy and clearly like to play!

I'm still in recovery from some of the experiences of that night. Some I may never recover from - in fact I know I won't.

I thought I had been to most places and done most things in my life, but that game of candysticks you invented while gazing at the bedroom ceiling of your suite was simply amazing.I have never seen confectionary and dental floss used so creatively - and not just creatively!

I guess I must have imbibed more freely than I should, because I thought it was just bad luck on your part that you couldn't manage to get as many candy sticks hooked over the dental floss strings as me.

Being rewarded like that every time I landed "a hooker" I think you called it was very pleasant Honey Button, delightful in fact. It seemed like you were determined that I should win every time in every way. But then came the forfeits for the losing tosses! Quite exhausting. Sheer excitement kept me going. I hardly noticed that the forfeits and rewards were exactly the same! Very cleverly engineered sweetie, a bit like the game we finished up with - Honeysticks. I was amazed at what you could manage to do with a candy walking stick. I felt like I had led a sheltered life until the Governor's Ball.

We must do it again - and this time I will decide the rules. You got far too much of your own way last time. You'll be getting too spoiled if I let you get away with that much again.

You are quite right about the Egyptian cotton sheets by the way - even before you insisted on calling me Marcus Antonius and dressing me with them like a toga, pretending that you were Cleopatra. She was reputedly insatiable you know, but not nearly as attractive as you wearing a veil. I can see you have spent a few Arabian nights very effectively.

God, that bell hop's face when he wheeled in the champagne breaklfast! As soon as you turned to him and said "Et Tu Brute" - he was off like a rabbit out of a hole. I think he must have been on the bus going the opposite way because you certainly scared him!!

You don't scare me though. I'll play Honeysticks with you Honey Bun any old time and place you like. Where would you like?