It’s 2:00 AM and I’ve just completed a bout with the sordid writings of William Cullen Bryant, developing a hearty dislike for him in the process. Be it treason, blasphemy. heresy or just plain ungratefulness, I DON’T like Bryant!

Already I’ve written five lines more than I thought I’d write. I had your letters from the 28th and 29th today. Seeing that you were able to write the next day, I see that nobody stuck you with a pin to make you POP on Thanksgiving.

I wouldn’t care very much how cold it was on the outside, if I could share the inside of a set of sheets with you. Gee, you make me sick. HOMEsick, that is., with your offer of ‘What are we waiting for?’  Just between us, I wish it were nothing …nothing we’re waiting for, and nothing between us but a few molecules of perspiration.

The previous was the entire content of the first letter Dart wrote to Dot today. What follows is the second letter he wrote.

Dot, it’s 3:00 AM now and I just can’t go to bed without saying some more to you. It’s like the night when I wanted you to go up to bed, yet didn’t want you to go. We both knew what would happen if you stayed yet you did stay, because you wanted the same lovely, happy moments that I did. I love you for everything you are, Dot. I miss caressing and kissing you. I miss your caresses and kisses. I miss lying with you, locked in each others arms, lips locked together, breathing in unison. It seems when we do that and exchange those endearing caresses and the enduring privilege of caressing each other, that we need to go no further to achieve our complete happiness; yet, at the same time there is the almost unstoppable yearning for a complete union, our mating, the consummation of those marriage vows we repeated to each other one night. Oh , Darling, I live for the time when we can say those words for the world, then go forth to the beginning of our life together. There is no greater happiness for a young fellow than to have the faith I have in you and the surety of your faith in me; and the feeling that when we go to bed together for the first time, there has never been, now can ever be, another for either of us. I love you, Dot – forever.