APRIL 4TH, 2017.

tom,

i can't believe you actually wrote back...

i spent so many nights, so many days, weeks, waiting on a reply and finally you gave one to me. i can't even begin to express how relieved i was when the mailman gave me a letter from you. he even seemed happier when he noticed my face light up and my surprised expression.

that night... harrison believed something happened, and he was right. i've already explained some things to you... the whole drink being spiked and shit. you know that now... and i'm sorry it kept you up at night. you need your rest, holland.

anyways... this guy started hitting on me afterwards, and i remember some of it but it was a little fuzzy. he must've been the guy that spiked my drink- i had set it down near the bar prior to the incident.

he led me up to a room, and i said (you can ask harrison, he heard it but couldn't find me after the guy whisked me away into the crowd), "i have a boyfriend".

all i remember was the guy saying, "yeah, i know- i am your boyfriend."

i guess i was too drugged to notice that he wasn't you, but when he gave me that, i guess i just did it.. we didn't have sex, tom.

you walked in before it happened. thank you for that, by the way.

from,
Lynn