A chance encounter

Dear Brother,

You kind words when I left home about how studying at a proper university would enlighten my mind and provide me experiences I've never known has most certainly come to fruition. I had just finished observing Dr. Volkovich perform an appendectomy and was prepared to hurry through the rain when I came upon a most astonishing sight. A lovely young woman was engaged, sexually, with a very confused looking Hindu. I could only observe them for a moment, but what I saw greatly intrigued me! You warned me upon arrival on this planet to not miss my dose of the Scholar's Tonic, and now I see why! Even as I walked passed, I kept stealing glances over my shoulder, drinking in the view of her smooth leg wrapped around his waist, her hips moving like a bellydancer as they copulated, right out in the open.

When the bell sounded, they quickly parted company before their tryst was seen by the general population. The woman walked off, a smile on her face as she caressed her collarbone. She was stunning, Bradley. The most stunning woman I've ever seen! I checked my timepiece again, and not knowing why ran back to the courtyard. The Hindu was soaking wet, choosing to run across rather stay under the shelter of the balconies. I approached him, calling out. He looked at me with a frightened gaze. I assured him I meant no harm, only wanted to inquire about his lover.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" he said, another Hindu approaching him, patting him on the back. Apparently, the lad and his friends had concocted a scheme where they could kiss pretty English girls and get away with it. He showed me the notes they had made up, and I must say it was a clever bit for a Hindu. That poor girl must be mad with the Blush. I'd heard your tales from your own time here, but never seen it in person.

"And what is your next move?" I asked. He seemed dumbfounded. "You aren't really going to stop there, are you? The girl's ready and waiting!" I tell you Bradley the most wicked thoughts I've ever had began to spring into my mind, tonic or not. "Tell you what, lads. Lets step out of the rain and see if we can continue this little charade." I dictated a note and directed him to slip it under her door, and to meet me at 11 this evening.

And thus began a most dangerous game. I arrived, the rain thankfully only a drizzle. I'd skipped the tonic and abandoned my studies, just as you warned me not to do. By now, most of the students had turned off their lamps and retired. We stood there, looking up at her window. I checked my timepiece, and at 11:15 her light came on briefly, then off, and then on again. I clapped my hands in victory. My note, which read

"My Sweet Angel,

Seeing your response to my letter has steeled my resolve. I must have you, tonight. If your door be unlocked and yourself still willing, give me a signal by turning on your light, then off, then on again at 11:15. I shall send my messenger, who will knock twice, then once, then twice again so you know it is indeed I, your enamored servant.
While my blood is up, my courage is not. Please do not think ill of me, but while I truly wish to lay with you and enjoy your caresses, I am still too shy to reveal my identity out of fear that you'll reject me based on my unfortunate heritage before I have the proper chance to be with you. If it suits you, I would come to you first in the darkness and know you by touch alone."

I looked to the servant, and added

"Also, I shall not speak for my distinctive accent will surely give me away. My messenger will relay any communications. Also, while I do desire you for myself, you left the poor boy in an awkwardly painful position. If you find it in your heart to aid in his release, I would not even think of it."

"There you go, lad. One hand washes the other." I said. But now that the hour was at hand, I must admit I was quite nervous. We ascended the stairs together, but he approached the door alone. He rapped on the door in our secret code, and opened it slightly. The poor fellow, he was quivering from nerves. He disappeared inside, the lights dimming again, before opening it and motioning for me. As I approached, I donned my top hat and drew my collar up. It occurred to me that while this was at best dishonest, I really was not doing much that the girl would find offense to. For all she knew, it was I who wrote the first letter, and as her behavior indicated could have probably bed her with a warm smile and simple compliment in other circumstances; which I have resolved to do.

I stood there in the open doorway, the lamp in the hall sillouetting me in darkness. She was there, laying on her bed, her ivory skin glowing in the dim light. I stood there, drinking in her beauty. She is exquisite! Her shapely hips and flat stomach lead North to heavenly orbs and South to a smoothly shaved sex, accompanied by shapely legs and pretty little toes. Her face is angelic, framed by reddish blonde hair that cascades down her smooth shoulders like a waterfall.

"So, I am to give myself to a mysterious stranger who is afraid to speak to me?" she said. I nearly panicked and fled, but kept my resolve. I coughed into my hand. the messenger, broken from his own trance, stammered out our prepared little deception.

"Mr Janus here would like to extend his deepest appreciations for you handling his emotions so delicately. His cruel upbringing has left him dreadfully shy." he said, looking to me nervously.

"Well then, tell Mr "Janus" to close the door so he may show me the depth of his appreciation myself." I sighed. I had won. "And you..."

"Samir." the messenger replied.

"Samir. Why don't you stay awhile. I apologize for my behavior earlier. It was cruel to leave you in such a way, and I do not wish to be thought of as cruel." I closed the door, the last bit of light shining in her eyes as it latched, and removed my overcoat.