He sends Akemi away

Dear Sir Williard,

Akemi made it plain, in her reserved manner, that if I wanted to I could keep the lovely oriental beauty with me for the night, but I sent her on her way all the same. The thought of having the delicate girl over and over again appealed to both my intellectual curiosity as well as my masculine nature, but I remembered Andrews advice about causing strife in my household. With my base carnal need under control after the short lapse, I was able to play the part of an firm master quite well. It was with only the slightest of regrets that I saw her cover herself with the silk robe and back out of my room.

"You are" I told the retreating young maid "very pretty and have a most delightful way of pleasing me." She smiled shyly at my praise.

"Yes, Doctor-san. Doctor-san can call me whenever he finds the need, unless he like Hilda to try." With a final bow, the quiet maid slipped from my room leaving me to consider her suggestion.

It is one thing to use a brown-skinned native girl in the manner that she had been trained, but Hilda was as Christian maiden with flesh as white as you or I, and not someone that I could in good conscience use like a common whore. As I finish writing these notes I wonder more and more about what would cause a lovely creature like Hilda to leave the security of Earth for the wilds of a planet like this. Any man would be intrigued by her buxom chest, roundness of her backside and teasing sparkle in her gaze. It is just as well that I had Akemi to satisfy me and that this Danish teenager did not have to sacrifice her youthful body to appease the carnal needs of her new employer. I confess, Lord Williard, that the thought of tearing open the straining top of her uniform and burying my face between her full globes has nearly undone all the good that Akemi was able to do to relieve the curse of this garden of Eden.

I wonder if you would agree with this thought, your Lordship, that I place on paper for the first time. Perhaps what is needed to manage the curse of the Blush is a daily release. If I allow myself the small shame of copulating with a servant trained precisely for this kind of service I will be able to keep from falling further. Is this not far better to dally with someone like Akemi, than to force an innocent Christian maid into a life of unspeakable sin. A little oriental relief to keep me from forsaking my professional oaths and honour as a gentleman and sullying the reputation and futures of the innocent daughters of the Lords and Ladies of the Empire whose care is placed into my hands.

Even as I reread this last paragraph I find my heart palpating wildly. Had you asked me even a week ago I would have soundly condemned this type of compromise. I believe you will remember that I argued strongly against the misuse of native women by their British masters even when I was living in Asia where the practice was particularly prevalent, and yet here I am suggesting just this solution to my difficulties. It is late, and this has been a long day compounded by the stress of my unexpected sexual encounter with Akemi. I can only hope that by morning this shameful idea will be once again sequestered in the deepest prison cell of my mind and I will be able to scratch out those words from the letter.