Clara's changing "tastes"

Journal XXII, Entry #46, Personal entry
04 October/ 33 Shivember

My dear Clara hasn't been the same since the incident. Its as if she no longer trusts me. Understandably, she has been reluctant to come to the bedchambers and keeps to herself, tinkering with one of her projects. While I am not entirely convinced I am not part of some adolescent scheme, I also must tread carefully before making any accusations; or whether to allow this go on as a shared fantasy.

When I entered and saw what that villian Trask was doing, I was stunned into inaction. While what he was doing was monstrous, I am quite familiar with the sounds she issues when she is being highly stimulated and enjoying herself. I'll have to live with those two minutes I allowed her assault to continue while I snuck up on them. I have since repaired the autoriveter that was damaged upon that Neanderthal's skull.

While I wish to be able to talk to her about it, I simply do not know how to proceed. Just last night, I approached her bedchamber, and found the door shut and locked. Upon putting my ear to the door, I heard the distinct sound of erotic spanking with her moaning and encouraging him, followed by what sounded like very vigorous intercourse. When Aga emerged, he could not meet my eye. It is not my place to tell my young apprentice what to do, but I fear that these events have set up a perversion that goes beyond the normal frivolity of this planet.

And in truth, I'm a bit jealous. I've not made love to her that way, and while I loathe Mr. Trask, it appears that, at least initially, she invited him to take her in such a manner. Perhaps its my size and girth she fears. When asked, she avoided the question, saying she only meant to distract him, and that it wasn't the first time anyway. I'm not sure she believes that any more than I do. Perhaps she wasn't entirely truthful about what all happened in that hotel room if he had taken her in such a way before.

The seasons here in Kingston are about to change, and the snows will make further mining expeditions, and therefore my Soma supplies, be few and far between. As much as I will miss her, I feel that it may be best for her to return home for awhile to be among the company of women; who may teach her that having the freedom to be sexually active does not mean she has to be, well, whorish about it. Barring that, perhaps I will finally give in to allowing her cousin Cordelia to visit. Clara assures me that while certain rumors about her are indeed true, the true depth of the girl's experiences are as deep as the Sea itself with very few the wiser. Perhaps the little minx might be able to talk some sense into my sweet Clara.