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A relaxing come down

Dear Diary,

I awoke, nude and sore, between satin sheets. My memories of the previous night were a mad jumble of lustful images and sensations. It wasn't until I stretched my legs that my full tenderness was revealed. Panicked, I carefully inserted a finger into my sex, and was shocked to discover my purity intact. Well, perhaps "purity" was a relative term, as my bum was quite sore. I rolled off of the bed, my wrists and ankles slightly bruised from the restraints. Mr. Singh had drawn me a warm bath, and lay out a robe for me. I sat on the side of the bed and read his letter. Its hard to tell if its entirely truthful as I was blindfolded for quite some time.

As I shakily made my way to the bath, I strongly suspected it wasn't only his little contraption that had penetrated me so intimately, his professions of innocence notwithstanding. I am still feeling the effects of the ****, this 'Rilla Nectar." I should be absolutely horrified at what has happened, but my slightly numb mind can only think of the flashing images of his body, and how good it felt to be near him. Truth be told, as I lowered myself into the warm water of the clawfoot tub, I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed in his restraint.

Must still be lingering effects of the ****. I'll have to find out what's in it. I believe I will finish my bath, and see if he has left me to my lonesome or is downstairs working on some contraption or another. His offer of apprenticeship is nice, but I can hardly seeing my father releasing me to work for this man; who as far as he knows not only deflowered his daughter, but is of mixed blood as well. It wasn't that uncommon in these outer colonies. Such beautiful and brilliant people living side by side for so long, it really is inevitable.

I think I'll slip the robe he lay out for me on, and venture down the beautifully carved spiral staircase, and back into his world of wonders. What that really a stable state Plasma weapon I saw him draw on dirty old Trask? How has he been able to achieve what the best and brilliant minds at East Orion have not? Is it some sort of natural variance in the planet? I'll be sure to ask him. I have many questions to ask him, actually.

Specifically, if he would be the one to take my virginity, were I to ask; or if there is a Mrs Singh back in old Calcutta or something. I simply must be still somewhat bonkers from the ****. I'm sure it has nothing to do with his glorious body, or well-tailored clothes, or that Rajah-Cobra of a member swinging most impressively between his legs. Poor Sanjay. And I used to think he was massive. For the first time, I have something to make Cordelia absolutely red with jealousy.

Perhaps one day we'll both visit the "unshakable Wayland Singh, defender of maiden's purity by way of electronic hyperstimulation."

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Dear Mr Forbush,

I have received a most troubling gravitograph. As time may be of the essence I ask you to verify immediately via Graviton Parlour Uplink that this, in fact, a genuine communique from your Kanda branch. I am currently in the field and do not know the reliability of the local equipment.

Something seems off about it. I understand it is nearly three in the morning in Wales, but once you read it you will see why my sense of urgency has left me **** but this inconvenient course of action.

For King and Cosmos,

Samuel Hughes Sr

Director, Soma Research and Development, Rajah-4 Division, New India province

                                                         GALACTIC GRAVITOGRAPH 
                                                      OFFICE 215, KINGSTON BRANCH
                                                        EYES ONLY SAMUEL HUGHES

***URGENT; CLASSIFIED; CLANDESTINE****

AMERICAN OFFENSIVE ON KANDA OVERWHELMING STOP
CASUALTIES FEW AMONG COLONISTS, CATASTROPHIC AMONG SERVANTS AND SOLDIERS STOP
DISPATCH ELITE GURKHA GUARDS IMMEDIATELY STOP
CURRENT CEO WILLIAM PRESCOTT II CURRENT WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN, LAST KNOWN LOCATION KANDA STOP
PRIORITY AAA STOP

WILLIAM PRESCOTT III, ACTING CEO, EAST ORION TRADING COMPANY

OFFICE OF INTERNAL SECURITY, RAJAH-4 DIVISION
GALACTIC GRAVITOGRAPH COMMUNICATIONS COMPANY
DESK OF MILES FORBUSH, ESQ

<<<<<<<SECURITY OVERRIDE ACCEPTED>>>>>>>>>

DEAR MISTER HUGHES,
OUR AUTOMATOGRAM SUCCESSFULLY DECODED YOUR MESSAGE
ALL GPU COMMUNICATION HALTED
SYSTEM MAY BE INFILTRATED
PLEASE SEND RADIO TRANSMISSION OR GRAVITOGRAPH
THANK YOU,

DESK OF MILES FORBUSH, ESQ