Thanks for your mail, but I thought I'd made myself clear last night. You and I are over. Through. Kaput. There is no more 'us'. Understand?
I'd like to say that it's been fun, and we can still be friends, but I never lie. All it has been is weird.
If you ever come near me again, I will call the police. No, scratch that, I'll simply resort to a large meat-cleaver.
Now, take your handcuffs, your chains, your whips, your mackerel, your cameras, and all your other kinks and perversions, and get out of my life forever.