You turn to the next page, where Faye is teasingly undressing.
Definitely not the usual Christmas letter, you say. You continue reading the text out loud:
"One of the guys who fell for me out here is a private eye, and I used him to track down your real names and addresses, from your license plate. He got his reward from me, and now is a devoted worshiper. I'll bet you'd love to experience what he gets from me!"
Your cock stiffens at the thought as you stare at Faye's picture. Wow, what a man-eater!