Stay and enjoy their hospitality

Dear Sir Williard,

It is now approaching tea-time and I am once again in the study provided as part of the suite of rooms assigned for my stay. The desk is a little effete for my tastes, clearly intended to appeal to the gentile tastes of the parade of young governesses who occupied these rooms for the past dozen years or so. All the same, the beautifully crafted wood has a smooth writing surface and is amply provided with writing implements. A man with your keen senses has undoubtedly already noticed that this paper has a different watermark and a slightly lighter weight than the paper provided by the Edwardian for its guests. Reading over the last entry I see I left off with the question that you may be yourself pondering. - What did Lady Peach expect of me?

"You need not do anything Dr. Baxter." Lady Peach told me in that empty breakfast room, "nothing, that is, that you find unpleasant." She explained Sir Williard, with not a hint of shame that she and her three children often became jaded with the tedious isolation of life on their estates and that my presence was a most welcome relief from the tiresome ennui. With Lord Peach consumed by the business of the Company in Rajakesh, Lady Peach had apparently become accustomed to inviting interesting diversions to pass the time.

"This is the first time that my daughter has expressed interest in a man, so I simply had to see for myself what this new young physician from Earth was like before all the other families pounced on him." I have to admit that my mother's teaching and the restrictive nature of my education has poorly prepared me for the attention of charming ladies, and when she rested her hand on mine I was unsure how to react. "I imagine Peach will be visiting you fairly regularly for a while, perhaps Amber too if the Blush strikes her now that she has a man to get her juices flowing." Before I could protest Sir Williard, that I could never take advantage of that demure angel, Lady Peach continued with what was perhaps the most stupefying pronouncement of the entire conversation.

"I hope good Doctor, that you will find some time to spend with me as well." With that bold sentiment, Lady Peach sat on my lap as casually as a public-house trollop and pressed her lips to my hair. The effect of this intimate position was to bury my face into the bare flesh of her throat and bosom. You would think my Lord, that after the vigorous coupling the night before and the disquieting revelation that my tryst with her daughter had been discovered by none other than the young lady's own mother that any interest in physical release would be inconceivable, however my body responded like that of a teenager. I was able to protest briefly your grace, reminding Lady Peach of her matrimonial duty to her husband, but she brushed aside my feeble attempt with a almost girlish giggle.

"Don't worry about my husband." She kissed me again, and then explained, "Now that he can no longer reasonably hire nannies and governesses for his children he has switched to importing secretaries from those same colleges to assist him in his office, his latest 'girl' arrived on the same Cosmoliner as you - a pretty little thing with spectacles and tight corset." Lady Peach paused again to kiss me - this time directly on my mouth - before continuing her justification. "I'm guessing that by now she is as confused by the feelings coursing through her tender young body as you are by your experiences." The kiss left me breathless as did her description of her husband's philandering. "It is not hard at all to seduce even the most chaste of virgins when the Blush starts surging through her veins, and my husband finds great delight in watching these principled maidens become **** sex-starved whores."

As I ink these notes in the peaceful solitude of my study, your lordship, I wonder if it would be possible for you to pass on a word of warning to the Provost of King's College informing him of the dangers our female graduates face in accepting positions from even reputable officials here on Rajah. At the time though, I was distracted momentarily by both the warmth of her lips on mine and trying to deduce which of the many lovely young women, in their prim dresses that I has seen boarding the liner was now fighting both the lustful advances of her employer and her own treacherous response to the dangerous stimulation of this lush planet.

"If I am willing to overlook the money he wastes on his expensive 'imports' the least he can do is be a gentleman when I invite guests to keep me entertained."