Dear Sasha,

I don't know how you do it. And by it, I mean somehow look almost sinfully angelic even though you're fully immersed in a filthy business. A lovely filthy business. I've never seen choking more tastefully done than in that one scene where you were getting rammed while kneeling on that dining room chair. Remember that? Yea, I bet you do. I almost bought an iTouch because of you (and well, Jasmine but she gets her own letter). I mean, who can fully enjoy that 15-25 minutes of optic bliss on a tiny classic screen. Its damn near criminal on the eyes. Do they make porn on blu ray? I bet that's amazing. Or unbelievably too clear. I'm drifting. So I'm just going to tie it off here. I'd love to split a bottle of Drambuie with you sometime.

Sincerely, Me.