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Dear Sir Williard,

Three days have passed since my reprehensible mistreatment of Miss Alice. I confess that I truly expected at any minute to be met by constables at my door, who would take me away in chains to be incarcerated in some squalid cell as I waited for my day before the honourable justice of the courts. However, I am relieved to report that my actions have seemed to go unnoticed, or at least uncommented upon. Dr. Miller cocked his head in inquiry when he joined with me in the office not long after Miss Alice took her leave, but other than reminding me to log the appointment so the Company's accounts could be appropriately billed he made no mention of the unscheduled visit. I can only wonder if Dr. Miller suspected just how many liberties I took with the nubile body of that young debutant. I haven't had to deal with Miss Alice's infuriated father or brother, so I can only assume that Miss Alice kept her visit to Dr. Miller's clinic in confidence. I assure you that I have resolved not to repeat my mistakes as it is clear to me that while suffering under the influence of the Blush I lack the strength of will to behave with the honour expected of me as a citizen of our great Empire.

Enough of relating my failures, Lord Johnson, I am writing this note because instead of suffering catastrophic fallout from my poor judgement, I find myself blessed with yet another unusual opportunity.

Perhaps you will recall my lord, in an earlier installment of this serial letter I mentioned that Andrews and myself were having little success tuning the steam engine that powers the Anna-Leigh. We had no trouble lighting the fire under the boiler and building pressure, but the series of valves feeding the pressurized steam into the four reciprocating cylinders were not working properly despite being disassembled and reassembled a couple times. However, after struggling with the valves late into the night one evening I was pleased to find that the next afternoon when I bolted the finicky parts into place they worked perfectly. It would be more accurate, Sir Williard, to report that I was both surprised and delighted at how well the valves worked, for in all honesty, I recalled thinking that I had fouled the pieces even worse than my previous attempts.

This afternoon upon returning from the clinic I engaged in an energetic coupling with my petite Asian maid Akemi. (I regret to inform you that I have not been able to resist the temptation of the flesh) This afternoon I bent the flexible young woman completely in half tucking her slender ankles behind her neck before I pounded into her with great satisfaction. Please understand, Lord Johnson, that I had spent the better part of the afternoon in frustration, attempting to bring an unknown dame of the realm to a climax before I filled her womb with my life-bringing seed. Compared to the unresponsive genitalia of the woman, the feeling my eager Asian maid climax several times beneath me was most cathartic. Usually, Sir Williard, I've found it not at all difficult to please the matrons who lie concealed behind the white drapery, but this woman's sex had been surgically modified many years before.

After the fact, Dr. Miller informed me that this circumcision of a woman's clitoris had been one of the early medical responses to the unusual demands of the planetary curse. Thank God that barbaric practice had been quickly abandoned. Even in this mutilated condition, I can report, with some small sense of accomplishment, that a woman can reach a full feminine release. By careful internal manipulation of the unknown woman's sensitive flesh I was able to bring her to the edge of the elusive climax. However, even after the complete insertion of my full length member into her carefully stimulated vagina, this wife of some company executive was still unable to find release - until I fingered her rectum. The woman's shocked protests as I forced my finger into her anus soon changed to gasps of wonder and then finally screams of pleasure as I continued to twist my finger inside her as I slowly rocked in and out of her. Only after her climatic release did I use both my hands on her hips and allow myself to pick up both the pace and intensity of my thrusts. All the same, even though I did indeed fill this woman with my cum, I was left only barely satisfied by the encounter and instead took out much of my frustration on my ever-suffering Nipponese maid.

I had expected, Sir Williard, to find the valves as I remember leaving them haphazardly on the workbench, and I remember thinking that Andrews must have rebuilt them because the six values lay neatly assembled and lined up on the bench. My man denies working on the complicated mechanisms, but I suspect that he thought I'd might be angry with him for overstepping his duties. I will have to thank him again later because the parts worked perfectly. The boiler took steam perfectly and quickly came to full pressure, with the motors at full power the twenty foot craft responded perfectly to the helm. To celebrate the miracle of the perfectly functioning timing valves, I took the Anna-Leigh into town.

It was while I was steaming along the waterfront of New Thames that a most the fortuitous encounter took place; a group of well dressed strollers spotted me as I was steaming past and waved me down. It is a credit more to the seaworthiness of the fine craft than my own skill that I was able to maneuver the Anna-Leigh with only minimal trouble to the pier where the docking lines were caught by obliging pedestrians and soon enough I was safely moored. I had just enough time to vent the extra steam and bank the fire in the firebox before I was hailed by the friendly trio who asked permission to come aboard.