Message-ID: <32078291.1075849756400.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 03:30:00 -0700 (PDT) From: matthew.lenhart@enron.com To: debbielatham@realtor.com Subject: FW: READ THE STORY FIRST then open the picture Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Matthew Lenhart X-To: debbielatham@realtor.com X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \Matthew_Lenhart_Nov2001\Notes Folders\All documents X-Origin: LENHART-M X-FileName: mlenhar.nsf ---------------------- Forwarded by Matthew Lenhart/HOU/ECT on 04/05/2001 10:29 AM --------------------------- shirley.s.elliott@citicorp.com on 04/05/2001 08:49:47 AM To: Chad.Landry@enron.com, cpc25@email.msn.com, Kenk@kw.com, Matt@TriangleTechnology.com, Matthew.Lenhart@enron.com, mwilkerson@ajilon.com, sanders@lawbrennan.com cc: Subject: FW: READ THE STORY FIRST then open the picture If you send this to girls, they'll really like you. Matt, don't send it to Andrea b/c I already sent it to her. S. -----Original Message----- From: Sheri.Myers [SMTP:Sheri.Myers@cexp.com] Sent: Thursday, April 05, 2001 9:34 AM To: brianmyers; Claudia.Richoux; Faranak.Kamali; Becky.Holleron; Jason.Holleron; ann; AnnS; bzoern; Beth.Scranton; brian.myers; truman; dwk12; mimealw; SandraW; Elliott, Shirley S.; Terri; wendy.guidroz Cc: Sheri.Myers Subject: FW: READ THE STORY FIRST then open the picture > > Subject: READ THE STORY FIRST then open the picture > > > >They were alone in the house. It was a cold, dark, stormy night. > > The storm had come up quickly and each time the thunder boomed he > > watched her jump. She looked across the room and admired his strong > > appearance. She wished he would take her in his arms, comfort her, > > protect her from the storm, she wanted that.... > > > > Then the power went out. She screamed. He raced to the sofa where she > > was cowering. He did not hesitate to pull her into his arms. He knew > > this > > was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back. He was surprised > > when > > she didn't resist but, instead clung to him. The storm raged on, as > > did their growing passion.... > > > > There came a moment when each knew they had to be together. > > They knew > > it was wrong ... their families would not understand ... but ... so > > consumed > > in their passion, they didn't hear the door open ... the click of the > > light switch ... the power was back on, and ... > > > > Now, Open The Picture ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > <> - caught.jpg