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Karla Homolka often wrote Paul Bernardo dirty letters. Karla lived in St Catherine’s, while Paul lived hours away in Scarborough, so he could only visit her on weekends and she’d miss him. On April 27, 1988, Karla wrote:
Dear Paul,
Hi honey. I just called you but nobody’s home, at least nobody answered. Where are you? Who are you with? What are you doing? These are the questions burning in my mind. I want to talk to you so badly (and much more than that, I want to see you). I ache to be with you. It is Wednesday at 9:16 p.m. Just think if this were any other normal week we would be together right now. How I wish we were. Guess what? My parents are going to a dance tomorrow night. They’ll be going of a long time. Want to come over and play. I know, I know. We have to learn to work together as well as play together. How does a 50-50 mixture sound to you? Okay 60-40 (work to play?) sounds good to me! Please say yes. Please. Please. Please. Please! I’m on my knees begging, begging in the way you love most. You know, there’s only one short week left for you to enjoy your cute little 17-year-old girlfriend! Better take advantage of it (and her) while you can. And how can you resist your cute, cuddly fully little creature, your adorable little rat, your sweet little Karla Curls, your very own little fantasy, your loving princess, calling to you, begging on her hands and knees to come and spend a scant few hours with her? You can’t, can you? I didn’t think so. You know what I love? Having you make love to me on my bedroom floor. With my parents in the next room. Having you ram it inside me, making me gasp for air. Having us united spiritually and physically as one. You turn me on so much, Paul. Just thinking about you and your perfect body excites me so I can hardly stand it. Oh your strong chest, your muscular arms, your beautifully shaped legs, your hard flat stomach and snuffles, oh Snuffles.
The pleasure I get from touching, from licking, from sucking snuffles is indescribable. I love it when you shoot in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop and then some. And seeing you in your suit does incredible things to me. The power you wield over me is indescribable. Sometimes when you come directly from work and we sit on the couch together I have to use every ounce of my strength to keep from ripping off my clothes, from begging you to have mercy on me and make love to me. You make me so horny. There’s just something about you. Paul when you caress my face and my body you send shivers up and down my spine. My whole body tingles with your touch. How ca I love you so much? I do love you such an incredible amount, an amount I never thought possible. In fact the words I love you don’t even come close expressing my full feelings for you. With you in my life I feel complete. I feel whole. With you by my side, I know that nothing can go wrong. You have done so much for me Paul; you have taught me what love really is. You have opened my eyes to a new way of thinking and being. I am so happy to be. I love you, Karla XOX
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Thanks! You are beautiful :)

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