Dear recently converted and deeply devoted Nathan Petrellli...

You are so hot. I would like very much to do you. Screw you. Blow you. Spank you. Tie you up. Wet your skin with my tongue. Or have any of those things done to me by you. (Also I wish to bite you, just a little). In the church even, with that (stereotypical) Hispanic woman and her kids right there. I wanna rip off that disheveled suit that (hopefully) still has some of your sacrificial blood on it and lick all over your heavenly Jesus-like figure. When you fall on your knees and pray I start hearing Madonna songs in my head that make me want to do really, really obscene things that all Catholic girls not-so-secretly love to do. I even wanna maybe stop for a minute and watch you gaze lovingly into your brother's eyes, which is beyond gay and incredibly wrong to think about just how close your mouths were, but hey, it's hot, I'm not gonna lie.

I want to listen to you talk about sin and say "Biblically" and "on my staff" over and over and you know what? I'd even watch that porn with you and Nikki/Jessica while I get a taste of that holy roller sexy saintly martyr essence you got going on now.

There you are in the middle of some sort of weird religious crisis and all I can think is yeah, those wrists were made for restraints and I could stretch you out like Christ on a Cross and it would be so good.

Yeah.

Well, I'm embarrassed myself enough for one night I think.

Thank you for your time. :P

*lick*