A message from Katie

Dear Sir Williard,

The following is, to the best of my ability, the transcription of the most extraordinary conversation that I had with the buxom Miss Alice in my parlor. I am recording this incident on paper for your consideration, not because I am proud of my action. You will recall, that I had sent away all my staff including Andrews, Mrs. O'Brian, the two maids and even the gardener because I did not want their superstitious minds to be alarmed by my investigation of the so-called haunting of the boathouse. In hindsight, sitting alone with this beautiful young woman was a terrible lapse in judgement on my part, but I was still confident at this point that I could keep my interaction with this British gentlewoman completely proper. So it was only slightly concerning when I saw the way the pretty blonde's eyes were dilated and how her bosom strained against her bodice with accelerated respiration as she turned to me and began her explanation.

"Please Dr.Baxter, I don't know who else I can tell." Miss Alice smiled nervously, and I must admit my heart swelled to hear her trust in me. "Besides, this concerns you anyways." She added, and I was instantly intrigued.

"Go on, what is on your mind that is so important?" I asked her and then added genuinely curious, "And what could it have to do with me?" Part of me hoped perhaps that she had had fantasies involving me not unlike those I had experienced involving her; it would never do to accommodate this type of improper longings, but I was prepared to set her girlish longings gently aside and I still hoped to question her about what she knew of the hauntings on this property. I was not, my Lord at all prepared for what she actually said to me.

"I have been contacted by a spirit from the ethereal." In spite of my best attempt to listen without offending the sweet young Colonial, Sir Williard, Miss Alice must have sensed my exasperation with her because she immediately reached between her breasts and pulled a small folded paper from her bosom. "I know you think I'm just a silly girl Dr. Baxter, but I have a note from Katie."

"Wait." I told her as she tried to press the note into my hand. I wanted badly to take the folded paper and lift it to my face to smell the perfume from her breasts that must surely linger on the paper, but knew that I couldn't. I needed the time to get myself under control, so before I took the note from the spirit world, I instead demanded an explanation from Miss Alice.

"Why do you think this note comes from Miss Alterson?" I asked with what I hoped was a kindly paternal tone.

"Katie and I had a system for sending private messages that we did not want our parents intercepting." Miss Alice explained and then went on to describe how they had hidden caches where they could deposit the adolescent communications signaling the presence of the note by placing a marker along the bank of the river. "You can imagine how surprised I was yesterday to see the sign from Katie indicating a new message," Miss Alice breathed softly in my ear. Somehow she had climbed from her seat and moved next to where I was standing by the window. She was at this to within just a few inches from where I stood and she now rested her hand on my shoulder as she looked up at me with excitement. "I could hardly believe it when I found Katie's note, Dr. Baxter." She whispered conspiratorially, "but it is her, I'd recognize her handwriting anywhere." This time when she lifted the note, I quickly took it from her hand and stepped towards the window in part to get better light to read the delicate script but mostly to put some space between myself and this charming creature.

Dearest Sun-filly,
I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, but as you know I've undergone a great change.
Please forgive me my darling, and know that I think of you often. Who is the man occupying my house? Have you met him yet? Is he nice? - I'm counting on you Blondie, tell me what you know!
Polliwog

"Do you see Dr. Baxter?" Miss Alice smiled at me with growing confidence. "It's Katie, that's just what her notes were like when she was still living."

"Polliwog?" I asked my guest careful this time to keep the at least a little space between us.

"Our nick-names, I'm Sun-filly and she's Polliwog because she loved the river." I did not want to disillusion the lovely Miss Alice or cause her any more pain, but I was concerned that to allow her entertainment of the supernatural to continue could only result in greater harm.

"I'm afraid Miss Alice," I told her kindly, "I'm afraid someone has been playing a cruel joke on you. This note cannot be authentic. Miss Katheryn Alterson's remains were positively identified, from what I understand, you attended her funeral." I could see the protests building as I spoke. "Could your brother perhaps..."

"NO!" Her protest was quite loud and even though the cottage was empty I was concerned that a passerby might stop to see what the commotion was about; Miss Alice continued in a voice that was far too loud for my comfort. "I'm telling you, Doctor, it is Katie." I could see tears welling in her eyes as she pointed a finger at me accusingly. "If you are too stupid to listen to me then I'm sorry I even agreed to come her in the first place." It was then Sir Williard that I made what might be a grievously poor decision, instead of using reason to calm Miss Alice I closed the distance between us and pulled her gently into my arms holding her shuddering body close to mine and soothing her with whispered words and the gentle stroking of her fine sweet smelling hair.

It is a fine thing to hold a young woman in your arms, especially an attractive woman as soft and warm as Miss Alice. It was, I know, terribly unprofessional of me but I assure you that my intentions were upright. It was not until I felt her sobbing diminish that I became aware of just how smooth her skin was or how good it felt to press her soft breasts against my chest. It was at this moment that we both became conscious of the bulge that had grown in my trousers and that was now trapped between my pelvis and her belly.

By now, my Lord, I am all too familiar with the signs of the Blush I knew that if I held this lovely gentlewoman in my arms for any longer that I would most certainly dishonour both myself and more importantly Miss Alice who innocently came here in answer to my invitation.