401B Concrete Shacks
LONDON E17 4VZ
April 27 1997
Here is my report subsequent to spending the night in the coal bunker at your residence. (Thank you for running in a microwave facility by the way; that ham and cheese toastie was very tasty.) But to get to the business end of the experience:
The ‘research assistant’ did indeed turn out to be endowed with all the epithets you mentioned, i.e. young, cute, blonde and bosomy.
I’m afraid that I did observe – without any question of a doubt – FULL ACTIVITY in the king-sized bed overnight.
I’m sorry to have to confirm your suspicions in this way – and I am particularly sorry for Harriet – but, as you yourself have said in the past, the truth is preferable, any day, to a period of months (or even years) spent in a state of fear, madness, and despair. For this, I have come to realize from the telling of your own story, is the mental state which seems to accompany the doubting of one’s instincts.
I enclose a copy of the tape, should you need to refer to its contents.