From the Diary of Ophelia Thistlewaite, September 1897
6 Sept. I must write this while it is fresh — I suspect there will be more later, perhaps even within an hour or two. The time is now 9:00am. I awoke to find a letter from my hostess slid under my door, which elaborated on some of the hints I’d been given about her establishment. The “exercise” my Jed was engaged in yesterday — and will continue to be engaged in, but only if I wish it — was a type of endurance test, apparently of the reproductive variety. The letter explained, among other things, about the production of the male seed and how it can be utilized to funnel a man’s energy in more productive ways if it is kept rather than expelled. My madame hostess briefly outlined the stimulus required to keep a man energized thus, and has promised to teach me how to do this. She has a staff — schooled women, not just Matthew (I really am not sure that he is a butler, as my hostess seems much more intimate with him than one would be with a butler — I can’t explain it, exactly, but he is her servant in some way — it’s just that I don’t think he’s a butler) and the groundsmen… It is much to take in. I must find Jed and hear from him of this “exercise.”
11:30am. Jedediah flushed red when I stole a private moment to speak with him and asked how his “exercise” was. He mumbled at first, something about thinking he was dreaming, that it couldn’t possibly have been real, and that perhaps we should make our excuses and leave this place. I don’t want to leave, though — such an exciting thing, to ponder the up-cycling of my Jed’s energy! (and I am assured that this energy will be exerted in ways quite pleasing to me, rather than to only drive him to further work in his dreary office with his cousin Jeremy) — and with a bit of stuttering, he related to me that his body had been put to a certain kind of endurance test at the hands of two nurses. I was unaware of there being any nurses here, but I didn’t contradict him. He said he awoke in the early hours, sure he must be dreaming, but that when he breakfasted with the other gentlemen, Matthew asked them all if they wished for more exercise today, and that by the blushing and stammering of his fellow male guests, he knew they had experienced something similar to him. I’ve asked him to forego exercise today and to allow me to think more on it, that I’ve had a letter from our hostess and that I feel it might be good in some way for our future marriage. He looked flushed at that but acquiesced to my request. I must think on this. Perhaps there will be more at lunch time.
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