Warmest greetings! Well it seems the exact method of interaction for Patmos is yet to be determined. If you have not responded to my prior e-mail, I urge you to do so. I also welcome you to check out my newest site, put together by my excellent friend Dion. Check it out under the Site 3 link! Well, as many of you know, I underwent surgery last Tue to repair a deviated septum in my nose. The procedure went well, and though I am still recovering, I am doing fine. Also, I have booked my flight for April 30th...just so you know.

Now, pressing on with the story; assuming continued user involvement, I hope to post new polls soon that will deal directly with more critical issues of plot, characters, flow, and so on. For now, I am simply going to post a new segment (or scene) for your enjoyment.

I remember distinctly, the cotton candy flavour of her lips as they met mine. She smelled of lavendar and honey, and her hair draped over my face as light as satin. I had lost myself hours, days before this even began, when I first saw her on that stage, and now I held her in my quaking arms as her wandering tongue explored my mouth.

They called it the Green Room, and it was a posh jazz club on the south end of the city. The voice on the phone that had brought me here was soft, and inviting; not even a good tip on the races that day could keep me away. I enjoyed my share of cigars, and was known to have a drink now and then. Actually I was hitting the sauce pretty hard lately, but instead of a glass of champagne I could generally be found in the company of a strong bourbon. So when I was ushered into the club by a smug looking valet, the haze of smoke and the sounds associated with smooth alcohol didn't catch me off guard. In fact, I began to feel right at home.

With Hope,
Joseph