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A/N: Nothing much to say. Please review. Much thanks to those of you who do. Go you!
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E-mail number four:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
I'm glad you have a job so you can have a regular income, but I don't think that you really need one. You would be an excellent piano teacher, although I'm hoping that you only teach adults; they tend to be less rude than children, if only because they know better. Well, most adults do. I honestly don't have nay idea what was going on in Paul Krendler's brain when he was alive. As for a lesson plan, I'd love to. I'm rather busy, so I don't know when will work, but I'm sure we can think of something.
I guess I know that you aren't always right. To err is to be human. But you have to admit that it's easy to forget. Most of the time it seems like you're reading my mind and I'm sure that you have no idea how unnerving that can be. It's like you have a hidden camera in my head and can view anything you want whenever you want. I'm sure you can do that for everyone, but it's still rather nerve racking. I do have a difficult time believing that there's something you don't know about me, but I'm kind of relieved. It would just be too weird if you knew absolutely everything. If you ever want to, ask me what it is you don't know. Then I can finally toy with you as opposed to you keeping information from me.
When I read that you came into my house, I immediately locked all the doors, windows and everything else that I own that has a lock. It did scare me a lot, but the more I think about it the more it doesn't bother me. You haven't ever hurt anything of mine, hurt me or, to my knowledge, done anything that say good night and I guess there isn't any harm in that. I wish that you had told me because it does feel like an invasion of my privacy. In the future, I guess I don't mind if you come over, just ask first and let me know.
My life has changed quite a bit with our e-mails, but not as much as I might have thought. I guess that after the night as Chesapeake, I knew you would eventually contact me by one means or another, so I'm glad that you finally did. It was like letting out a breath that I had been holding for three years. I also had forgotten what it was like to feel superior to my superiors, and I quite like the feeling. I need to keep more secrets from them. I hope that the missing piece comes back soon, if only so you will tell me.
Saturday is fine, as is six. I'm nervous about going to someplace that fancy, but with you there with me, I'll just do what you do. Within reason, that it. If you use me in this way, you know the ways I can get back at you.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. If you tell me too much to wear that dress, I purposely won't, just to bug you, nevermind about you hating the rude. I know you'd never hurt me. You made that clear when you saved my life.
I'm glad you don't think that I sound like you, but I'm not convinced. I sound much more like myself in this e-mail, but in the other one I still think I sound like you.
Bye,
CS
Pps. See you then.
A/N: Nothing much to say. Please review. Much thanks to those of you who do. Go you!
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E-mail number four:
From: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
To: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Dr. Lecter,
I'm glad you have a job so you can have a regular income, but I don't think that you really need one. You would be an excellent piano teacher, although I'm hoping that you only teach adults; they tend to be less rude than children, if only because they know better. Well, most adults do. I honestly don't have nay idea what was going on in Paul Krendler's brain when he was alive. As for a lesson plan, I'd love to. I'm rather busy, so I don't know when will work, but I'm sure we can think of something.
I guess I know that you aren't always right. To err is to be human. But you have to admit that it's easy to forget. Most of the time it seems like you're reading my mind and I'm sure that you have no idea how unnerving that can be. It's like you have a hidden camera in my head and can view anything you want whenever you want. I'm sure you can do that for everyone, but it's still rather nerve racking. I do have a difficult time believing that there's something you don't know about me, but I'm kind of relieved. It would just be too weird if you knew absolutely everything. If you ever want to, ask me what it is you don't know. Then I can finally toy with you as opposed to you keeping information from me.
When I read that you came into my house, I immediately locked all the doors, windows and everything else that I own that has a lock. It did scare me a lot, but the more I think about it the more it doesn't bother me. You haven't ever hurt anything of mine, hurt me or, to my knowledge, done anything that say good night and I guess there isn't any harm in that. I wish that you had told me because it does feel like an invasion of my privacy. In the future, I guess I don't mind if you come over, just ask first and let me know.
My life has changed quite a bit with our e-mails, but not as much as I might have thought. I guess that after the night as Chesapeake, I knew you would eventually contact me by one means or another, so I'm glad that you finally did. It was like letting out a breath that I had been holding for three years. I also had forgotten what it was like to feel superior to my superiors, and I quite like the feeling. I need to keep more secrets from them. I hope that the missing piece comes back soon, if only so you will tell me.
Saturday is fine, as is six. I'm nervous about going to someplace that fancy, but with you there with me, I'll just do what you do. Within reason, that it. If you use me in this way, you know the ways I can get back at you.
Good bye,
Special Agent Clarice Starling
Ps. If you tell me too much to wear that dress, I purposely won't, just to bug you, nevermind about you hating the rude. I know you'd never hurt me. You made that clear when you saved my life.
I'm glad you don't think that I sound like you, but I'm not convinced. I sound much more like myself in this e-mail, but in the other one I still think I sound like you.
Bye,
CS
Pps. See you then.