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My mind is no longer focused on my work. I no longer go out to the Café either. I am mostly sitting at home after work to dig deeper into some of the letters I am trying to comprehend. Raoul has been casting remorseful eyes at me. Or at least that's how it seemed. We were standing next to each other in the men's room as we stumbled out of the stall the same time. We said nothing, but I saw how keenly he was observing me. I was wondering what was on his mind, but he had burnt his bridges and there is no forgiveness for what he did to me… the way he played me. I only have a few more days before I am to meet with Papa Downs. I know I've come across something, but I have just not been able to unravel the meaning of all those letters. When I get home tonight, I'll continue posting. I feel have to save them all in order to have evidence presented to the court, when that happens.

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Back home, Artemisia. I have just eaten some chicken with potatoes that I got from the concierge. Ordering in again, I know. It's not healthy and I will turn my life around as soon as I am finished. I hope that will happen soon. I told you today about coming across something. Well, I think I might have. I have to decode the real time recording. I see only a dead signal across the screen when I try to play it. Meanwhile, there are some more letters here.

Message from: Lord Raoul Am
Received by: Theschel'rhiann Qhui
℘raoul.amΞtbmc.fxt.7297℘
4688-065

My dear friend, Theschel'rhiann. It has been a long time since we last spoke. I know your duties as a minister of foreign affairs is quite demanding and thus I am quite surprised you had time to honor me with such a breathtaking present for one night. It was a most precious gift; in fact one that has given me pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. I must ask you, where did you find this young man?

I have to admit, I have run into him before but under much less agreeable conditions. I have tried to find him, but my search has been fruitless.

Kind regards,

Raoul

Message from: Theschel'rhiann Qhui
Received by: Raoul Am
℘Qhui-Theschelrhiann ℘
4688-065

Lord Am,

It is I who must express the honor I feel basking in the kindness of your words. The young lad is a very sought after concubine, as you most likely have figured it out. Yes, it is outrageous and deliciously illicit. A Blondie concubine. Forbidden by law, most think it is an urban legend, yet he is as real as you felt him. No one really knows where he comes from, but he is booked every other night. He is most exclusive and his whereabouts is kept hidden. He has a simple Sozarian address from where he runs his business, but he is most exclusive and a total description of his client is required before he accepts any transactions. Yes, it meant me having to talk privately with him about you. But he only had to hear you name to accept the deal. I am glad he fulfilled your dreams.

Personal regards,

Theschelrhiann Q.

A Blondie concubine?! Crap! Jupiter would never allow such a thing. Not to one of her own creations. It's just some promiscuous Blondie dressed up as a concubine. I know, Artemisia, that when it comes to basic instincts they are no better than a mongrel. They like sex and pleasure and the more the better.

Snap! It's been three hours, but the recording is decoded. Let's see what we can see.

Well, darn it, I don't see much at the moment, everything is so darn bright. I have to adjust the contrast.

All right. I see a bright room, a large futon with white satin sheets and a very white Blondie on top of it. He is young. I think no more then twenty years old; a young lad with a shackle around his neck. From the shackle a series of massive black iron links make up a long chain, but I can't see where that is anchored. This boy, on the other hand, is gorgeous. He has rich, wavy hair but only to his shoulders and it is spread around his head like an aura where he lies blindfolded in a sea of pillows. He is naked and breathing heavily; his chest is in constant motion. He is obviously nervous but pleasantly aroused too. It is very nice to see him like that, I would like to witness it in real life too. Raoul is standing near the bed with a glass of red wine in his hands and watches the boy. Two other people are next to him and they are all grinning except for Raoul. He has lust in his eyes, but seems very watchful.
I hear the words:

"C'mon Am… try him out… tight as a virgin…"

I see Raoul taking a sip and tracing his fingers on the edge of the futon, slightly brushing against the shins of the young lad and thereby making him gasp and shudder. The fingertips glided over the thighs and the quivering stomach. I can almost feel what the boy must have felt. I know Raoul's venomous touch so well; I was moved by it too. Raoul removed his hands and turned towards the others, bowing silently. The gesture was returned by his peers who shortly thereafter got out of the room, leaving that predator with the youthful and bound prey. The boy is shivering like a leaf, but I don't think it is because of fear. Raoul put the glass down on the floor and seated himself next to the juvenile Blondie. He leaned over, kissing the lad's forehead, his cheeks and just a soft, dry kiss on the lips. When his fingers fumbled with the blindfold, I heard the angelically sweet voice of this young man; "Leave the blindfold on, my Lord… I am yours to do with what you want, just don't hurt me."

I witnessed Raoul have the most gentle sex with this boy. It wasn't the Raoul that raped me in the men's room. He was listening to every breath and every little whimper from that young man and attended altruistically his entire body. He started with the head, fingers tracing lines and lips flowing in their path. The next spot of exploration involved the nipples, the heaving chest and the quivering stomach. I could see from the position of the camera that the muscles in the thighs of this boy, including the fleshy bottom, was trembling with pent up tension as he tensed to hinder the loss of his seed. There wasn't one little spot on that young body that didn't experience euphoric ecstasy as a number of orgasms united them throughout the hours that the recording played on. I forwarded the recording and watched only segments, but I could clearly see that – yes – this young lad had something. I am not so surprised he managed to catch Raoul's attention form the very beginning. I wasn't present on that day when he apparently challenged Iason in his ways of treating Riki, but I am quite sure it would have been a memorable moment. He was a Blondie and so extremely pretty; not because he had a perfect face, but he had something else. I can't pinpoint it, but that shift from being so overly confident in the letters… I would have thought he was much older. He is just a young man. Younger than me. Oh, I don't know… but he is captivating in his way. Especially being this submissive in a way I've never witnessed in a Blondie. I imagine he spoke vividly to Raouls' deepest instincts, just as he was doing now to mine, and yet I was only witnessing him from letters and a recording. Who are you Aethelric?