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Dear Dr. Kelvin:   

Unfortunately I am loath to give my personal phone and fax number.

In the past I have frequently found those numbers get sold to marketing companies, and then I am forced to endure countless pestering sales people calling at inconvenient times.   

Certainly I wouldn't have bought lottery tickets by phone, so doubtless there is little reason for you to have that information.

Please send any documents as email attachments   

Regards,     

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Don Morgan 
General Manager 
Licorice Whips Inc. 
"Discipline for the Naughty, Candy for the Very Naughty" (tm)

But mysteriously, Dr. Kelvin and Don get mail from someone else.

Don, Don, Don, you naughty naughty boy...  How *dare* you try to slip this past your mistress without my knowing?  I'm going to have a *delicious* punishment for you later, slave...  You should *know* that your mistress would be reading your mail, you naughty, nasty, delicious boy...

And you, *Doctor* Kelvin...  Tell me more about this deal you've been working on with my slave?  I want to know *all* about it.  And about *you* too, *Doctor*. (Good Lord, nothing escapes this woman's abuse, not even the asterisk key!)

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