New York
Dear John
I wasn't going to write this letter but after thinking long and hard, no pun intended, I decided it was best that you know that I know.
When you came back from L.A. and I didn't hear from you I got worried, so I went to your place and when I got to the door I heard strange noises. I thought someone was being strangled. Feeling protective, I used the key you gave me and let myself in.
I tiptoed into the bedroom in case there was an intruder, and lo and behold someone was being strangled but not the way I imagined. Ben was kneeling in front of you and he wasn't praying. I didn't know if I was turned on or disgusted. I just knew I had to get out of there.
I guess you were in your own little world. Or maybe you knew I was watching and it got you off. In any case I think we should spend some time apart and think this thing through. Now I know why Ben was always so preoccupied. Is that what you did on those fishing trips? I didn't know Ben was holding your rod for you. Did you catch anything?
I haven't told Ingrid yet. I'm not sure how she's gonna take it. Maybe she'll feel better knowing her competition isn't another woman. As for me, I think I'm gonna be sick.
Next time you want pussy, just look in the mirror.

Gone fishing
DITA