Kimberely Fry, you don't mind if I call you Kimberely, do you? I found your writing to be comical. You think you know me? Your pathetic depiction of me is, hardly accurate. I am a patient man Kim, and I don't get side tracked easily. Scream For Him? Really, was that best you could do? You really don't know me at all do you? After I read your blatant display of disrespect, you had my undivided attention. I never thought I'd find a replacement for the perfect woman. I was planning on taking my time with Jenna, but you...your profile sounded so much more interesting. I remember the first time I saw you Kim. I had to see you, to be sure you were the one. Your smile was what sealed your fate. I'd share my plans with you, but you'd probably use them to write your next chapter. You should have your book retitled to, 'Call Me Master', which would be pointless as well as ironic, because you'll be screaming my name before you ever finish that book. So Kimberely Fry, now that you know I really do exist, maybe you'll pay closer attention to who's serving your food, bagging your groceries, or tucking your children into bed. I'll see you soon Kim.
-MOLAD
