Dear Jane, I am writing you this letter to

Dear Jane, I am writing you this letter to let you know how much I adore the ground you walk upon. Every single day, I

constantly wonder when my experiment will be completed. You may be dead, yet I will return you to life. How is it that you continue to

form so much tension between us and the

spring that was holding us back against the wooden block. I wasn't quite sure how to answer this physics conundrum but

I gave it my best shot. "I choose option B," I said, gritting my teeth. But by the tremor we felt, I knew that was just about the stupidest thing I could have said then.

"B is for Blood" he whispered. The sound stung my ears and I could hear my pulse begin to pound, as if resonating with the dark curses laced into his intent. "B is for Blister"

I scowled. "I thought you said that B was for Blood. Now it's Blister? Fine, then. C is for Confused." I nodded triumphantly. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

"CAD!" There, I said it. I knew he wouldn't allow this crack to go unanswered. Ben had a way of not letting any other man use his slurs without calling them on it. Ben said, "

Cads are a dime a dozen, champ. If you really want to gall a shameless bastard like me, why don't you try a something more original? Say... 'amigo.'"