Desdemona
My Dearest Cassio - I blush to profane the spotless pages of this letter with details of our base, foul, and lecherous misdeeds - the memory of which, even now, causeth my hand to tremble so that my script resembleth not mine own – nevertheless, do I now resolve, never again to make with you the beast with two backs – or the end-table with four legs – or even the radiant lotus blossom with one thingie and a whatsis. Until, say, next Wednesday, at 2pm, behind the rectory? Unless the vigilant Iago should again thwart our plans - curse his damned loyalty! Alack, I hear the Moor – I shall hide this missive in Othello’s sock drawer, where he shan’t think to look for it betimes, for there is much I would confess and resolve with you, and you alone, sweet Cassio!
Yrs in lewdest wantonness, XXXOX
Desdemona