The following is a letter to Dick ,that found its way into my hands. Its a terrible tale of tragedy and lets all hope and pray and a successful outcome is acheived.

Dear Dick,
You may already know me as Patricia of EI. Dick im going to cut straight to the chase here. What can i do with Westside. The latest is he has a patent pending on his name ,nu 99 = 69.
It all began on a dark Oct night in 2006 and ever since my life is a mixture of emotional storm. Dick i have tried everything that i could possibly think of to get rid of Westie. From ignoring him, to trying to cheat him out of prize money, to trying to avoid doing what he said with his prize money. The anti Westside brigade are dis banded and failed, dublad cant do anything with him, the Paws mobile has run out of fuel.
Dick please, please, please help me. Part of me wants him and another part doesnt. I sense this love/hate relationship brewing between myself and West. Damn dick ,even the escorts are getting on Wests side. I pray ,each night ,that the lord will send a fallen angel to kick the nutsack off him but my prayers fall on deaf ears. At night i pray and soon these hands touch me and i stop. These are the hands of Westie.
Who is this man, who is this guy that comes here and tells me how to run my board, how to "UP THE PRIZE MONEY", checky little brat. Ill fix him yet.
Help me please Dick.

Patricia.

A tale of enormous tragedy. I hate seeing a person falling aprt even if it is over me.

A Patrion of Bent Frilly Knickers,
Westside (patent pending 99 = 69)