Not that night

Dear Sir Williard,

It is early in the pre-dawn morning and my boathouse is as dark now as it was over two hours ago when this nighttime adventure of mine began. After what I saw on the river tonight, catching the mischievous urchin who is breaking into my property no longer is foremost on my mind. I get ahead of myself, my Lord, allow to take you back to the moment as that as I sat in the dark, I came to realize that expecting the vagrant who has been using my boathouse for as his private hide-a-way to show up on my schedule was pretty ludicrous. I remember turning up the aether-lamp enough to see the hands of the clock confirming that it was almost 3:00 AM at the time and that I had wasted the past five hours of the night. To make matters worse, I was starting to once again feel the urges that curse every adult inhabitant of this wretched planet.

I remember thinking that in just a few hours Akemi would be knocking quietly on my door, but for some reason, neither her slender figure nor the buxom curves of Hilda were what I was in the mood for. Unbidden, the image of Miss Alice popped into my mind, her hand in mine as she walks me back to my boat and I remember hearing her invitation in my mind. "Come visit me here again." I know of course, my Lord that the invitation was not intended for the middle of the night, but for reasons that I hardly dare put onto this blank page I decided that as I could not sleep anyway I may as well stretch out my arms and legs and scull once more up the river.

And so it was that twenty minutes later I was silently gliding over the smooth moon-lit waters of the Arjun wearing only a linen short-sleeved undershirt and a pair of loose trousers belted around my waist. As I bent my back to the oars I reflected on the changes civilization have brought to this jungle planet. Twenty years ago to travel alone on the water like this would be a likely death sentence - especially at night. The large snappers that once used to lift out of the black waters to snatch workers off the rafts and low boats however have been hunted out of existence along these now peaceful stretches. Once again I am reminded of the sacrifices endured by the first generation of Hindi colonists that were sent ahead to tame this wild planet so the next generation of enterprising British Colonials like me could enjoy the beauty of the silent river.

Even just one week of rowing had me in much better shape than when I first sculled up this river, that I remember being surprised by how quickly I reached the low dock where I met the Miss Alice and the others swimming in the warm water. As I drifted slowly on the river waters looking up at the mansion on the hill above me I realized how foolish this escapade of mine truly was. Even had I known which of the dozens of rooms in the great manner house belonged to Miss Alice, I could still have done little more than stand on the lawn below and toss pebbles against the panes hoping to wake her before her parents or the groomsmen patrolling the grounds discovered me. Furthermore, my Lord, if by some miracle I was successful in waking the enchanting young woman what would I say to her? 'I've came to you in the middle of the night because I want to bury my face between your plump breasts and plunge my manhood deep into your untouched sex?' I may as well announce my intentions by declaring: 'I want to claim you as mine like a Neanderthal might claim his hair-covered female mate!'

All the same, Sir Williard, I found it impossible to ignore the mental picture of this proper young Englishwoman sleeping on her bed. In my mind's eye, her blonde hair spilled out across her pillow and her bare arm and shoulder emerged from under her thin white sheet. Like a teenaged boy I stretched back in the narrow punt and loosened my belt and buttons until I was able to comfortably pull out my now painfully hard erection. As I stroked my member I imagined that I was one of the bold River Pirates that was sent ahead to scout out ripe targets for an upcoming raid, and that I somehow had managed to elude the guards and climb in through this innocent maiden's window to find her like a fairy-tale princess on her bed. Sweet Miss Alice would stand no chance if she were discovered alone in her chambers by a lustful villain and, I am sad to acknowledge, I found this realization to be immensely arousing.

"Well, ain't this a sight for me poor eyes." I spoke aloud, Sir Williard for what chance did I have to be overheard in this predawn hour drifting in the middle of a river. "A ripe young lass, just waiting to have her family jewels plucked by a scallywag like ol' Black Jordan." It was, my Lord, neither proper nor particularly original as an erotic fantasy goes, but ever since hearing about the pernicious raids by these scoundrels and the horrific way in which the women of Rajah-4 were regularly assaulted I have been unable to cleanse these graphic images from my mind.

"Oh please don't, Sir." Sir Williard, I cannot begin to describe how shocked and mortified to hear a clear voice call back softly from the riverbank across from the dock. "I am still but a virgin, as of yet unsullied by any man." My hand jerked free from my member and I craned my neck hoping to see who had discovered me, but what light there was came from the moon above the tree line illuminating me well enough but leaving that bank of the river shrouded in darkness. "Don't stop, you beautiful man," the eerie words seemed to come from the water itself, "I very much would like to learn what Ol' Black Jordan would do to the sweet young lass who falls into his powerful arms."