I went to the office to check my mail and print out some new pieces, which I will send pasted on postcards after Christmas. Several wonderful messages awaited me. Lauren, Marko, Anita, Elise, and Nada all sent me something. Everyone was worried about my mother and wanted to know the latest news. Elise reminisced about her mother’s recent death and her own and Marko’s ways of coping with it. Marko put together a small website for his mother and father to visit. His humor shines through the images and captions collaged for the occasion.

But Anita’s message is quite something, too. Last week I got an electronic picture of her and another friend from Zagreb. As it turned out, it was taken with Anita’s electronic camera minutes before I received it. In that picture, she wore a tie. She apparently caused quite some sensation in her office. Namely, all the men agreed to wear a tie on the last day of work before the holidays, but she, too, wore a tie to work. Having learned that the camera was hers, I wrote back that it would be nice to have a few more of her pictures. Then I added that at least one should be in a bikini, but that she should consider a tie, as well. The way I phrased my request, it was obvious I would love to have a picture of her as I remembered her best.

Well, I found six electronic pictures of Anita. One is taken in a park in front of the university building where she works, and one is of her eyes only. In it, she looks shy. In the remaining four she wears less and less clothing. In the first of the four photographs she is in a bikini; in the second she is topless; in the third she is still topless but only her upper body is shown; and in the last one, she is completely naked, minus the tie. Of course, she wears the tie in all the pictures. She is serious throughout. In short, she has simply done what I have playfully suggested in my last message. Surprised by the spectacle, I laughed.

Seeing her like I best remember her, without anything on, I immediately got an erection. A beautiful woman, she looked stunning, too. Still laughing, I pulled my pants down. I was bone-hard already. And then I jerked off without any further thought. The way Anita is, and the way she feels about me, I am sure she would appreciate my reaction. I will tell her about it the next time I see her. She will relish my story, I am sure. She will cherish it not for its sexual charge, but for the open and free love in it. I have always known that Anita is an exceptional woman, but this confirms it beyond any doubt. Her love is so pure and her spirit soars so high, that she had felt there was really nothing to taking a few pictures and sending them to me. What a woman!