To my new readers, I must warn you that there is sexual content in this entire account provided by Doctor Dean. Rewriting this word for word has made me extremely uncomfortable - I will not lie about that - but I feel that you need to know about the information I will present here. It also gravely disturbs me that I have to write about the sexualised views towards my good friend James Blake when he was a child. While I do not think that such a perception of him shows no observable or salient problems in his character, I do recognise that he was well aware of this fact even in adulthood and it still disturbs him. Therefore, before I continue, please take note that I will be presenting some disturbing content not exactly meant for the sensitive reader. 

Now, this sounds like a good time to bring up my meeting with Doctor Dean in his clinic. There was a pretty woman with a swollen face with him. He focused his attention on her as if she was the only woman he had ever loved as he moved his slender fingers around her face. She seemed flattered with this focused attention as he did his job. The disturbing thing about the scene was how every touch triggered an exaggerated reaction. It was neither intimate nor romantic but sensual nonetheless.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in the office that was enough to distract me. It was white except for the leather furniture that was sprinkled here and there throughout the clinic. There was the leather sofa I sat on and some leather chairs next to me. Above me was a plain, minimalist poster of his own brand with a photo of a handsome man with familiar-looking brown eyes.

"Aaron," he called to me kindly, "Please come here."

By then, the woman had already left and he was holding some money in his hand. A light kiss mark was on his prominent cheekbones and he was distracted in wiping it away. I looked at him with slight interest, what did he want to tell me without Franklin. The lights in the room suddenly felt cold when we finally looked at each other intently.

"Why can't Franklin be here?" I asked immediately, without holding back. "It's horribly inconvenient to leave without him knowing."

"Now, now, no need to be angry," he had an answer prepared for me, already. He spoke in a particular fashion as if customising them for the person he spoke to. "Please, sit down."

He came back to me with a handsome smile and a large plate with delightful food. A piece of beautifully browned beef topped with golden caramelised onions that cascaded down the steak. Accompanying it were some thick french fries with a generous coating of salt and exotic seasonings that had a pleasant aroma. There was also a neat pile of vegetables, fresh from the farm, he claimed. He offered some wine but I politely declined as he poured himself a glass of wine. For your curiosity, he ate the same meal as me.

"Are you trying to poison me, Doctor?" I questioned suspiciously.

"No. Please, enjoy, I made this to your liking," he reassured me with a pleasant smile. " I remember you had a particular distaste of French food," he remarked a little later. Because of this fact, he made it a point to prepare something more "homely". Though, how beautifully caramelised expensive steak is considered "homely" is beyond me.

"That serves little purpose now," I ate one french fry and it was delicious but I digress. "Now, tell me, what do you want to tell me? More importantly: Is Franklin in danger?"

"The dangerous event had already happened, Aaron. I ask that you speak more gently, I wonder how you have changed so much," the corners of his lips twisted into a smile. "I have no intention of putting you in danger."

"What happened, Doctor? Please be kind to me one more time and tell me. This is not for me, it's for Franklin - my dear friend," I requested.

He sighed and reached over and began slicing through the steak precisely into thin slices. His expression tightened. A heavy cloud hung over him as if he felt guilty for something that happened long ago. I smiled rigidly as his dark skin paled to appear dull and lifeless like a corpse long gone.

"I wish you showed me the same devotion," he commented quietly to himself with much regret, not meant for me to hear. "Fine. I'll tell you."

Like the first part of this story, I'll relay to you exactly what Doctor Dean had told me (very reluctantly of course). I apologise in advance as most of it is sensuous and terribly disturbing in nature. He told me all of this as we ate well-made steak over sterile white lights. His role in the story would be made clear to me later.

"Aaron, I feel like I can tell you everything but I must restrain myself as you no longer have affections for me. There's also another reason: Franklin's an impulsive yet powerful man. Should I offend you, I seek that you do not indulge Franklin Carraway of this meeting. Now, let us begin. I started the UEC because of one man whom I was intimate with Aubery Carraway, Franklin's estranged father. Unlike him, I personally adored Aubery and I admired everything about him.

Aubery Carraway reminded me of you in many ways: his handsome sharp and slim figure, gentle gaze and the way he smiled. (I was nothing like this; he was extemporising me.) He had a perfect presence. His style was far superior to everyone else I knew. I met this delightful man on his train service. He wore a cream coloured suit. His slim-fit dress shirt had golden birds hugging his chest and his pants skimmed down his legs in such a perfect way. He walked up to me and helped me move my luggage to my room. I had the chance to see his muscles move under his suit. It was a beautiful sight.

"Here you go, sir! Enjoy your journey," he said with a charming smile. I suspected that he placed his undivided attention on me, not that I minded. His golden skin began flushing.

"If you have anything in mind, please feel free to ask me or any of my conductors! They'll take good care of you, I promise!" He resumed proudly before walking away.

The humid air caused him to sweat profusely and it allowed his suit to cling onto his body, showing his every muscle in perfect detail. It felt absolutely scandalous as if he were in the nude. I wondered who would be the lucky one to place their flushed lips against his and feel him in the summer. A perfect love affair, indeed. I took him up on his offer and found him during the express' first dinner that night and we both went to his office in the very last cabin, locking the door behind us at midnight. Of course, I did not shamelessly tell him of my desires but I did let him know in some way. Thank goodness he shared the same vulgar tastes as I did.

The moonlight shone through his window and the white light illuminated his perfect facial features curl up into a smile as we took off our suits. A passionate smile appeared on his face when I pressed my lips against his. He had a strong fiery passion in his subtle movements when his lips moved against mine and I would never forget how he grabbed onto me viciously. He placed me on the table gently like a feather before going in to kiss me everywhere as he said hollow words about love and the lust he had for me. I am aware that you are uncomfortable with this, Aaron, no need to look at me with contempt. It was a "one-night stand" as you would call it and it was a shame that such a pleasurable night only lasted a single hour.

As he kindly escorted me back to my room, we shared a few more intimate kisses that grew longer each time.

"Thank you for that, conductor," I smiled, running a few fingers along his nape.

Much to my surprise (and delight), he took my hand and got on one knee. He placed a heated kiss on my knuckles and said most passionately, "The pleasure's mine! I hope we can continue like this until this train ends at the next town."

As I looked down at him, I knew that I was blessed with the rare opportunity to look at the perfect man. His hair was in a mess and love marks were all over his bare chest and neck. I was already satisfied after our intimate love affair not long ago but seeing him up so greedy made my skin burn. I wanted to have another one there and then in front of my door. He was a masterpiece to behold and I wanted him all over again. However, perfect meals must be savoured from time to time and I cannot indulge whenever I wanted. The sensuous passion must be preserved with each kiss! I cannot accept either one of us being desensitised.

"For the sake of my enjoyment," I whispered. "Come to me again, all perfect and done-up just for me. I want to savour your perfect body again."

He flushed at that and a childishly happy smile appeared. He stood up immediately and kissed my cheek briefly. "Of course, Doctor! I'll try my very best for your affection. Let's have more fun together tomorrow night or even tonight! Bye-bye, sleep well!" He chirped and ran away while fumbling with his buttons.

For the next two weeks on the train, we would meet up like this, either in his office or in my room. Aaron, I ask of you to not think that I find our nights together to be any less inferior. However, I must make you understand how much I craved for him from the bottom of my heart. Those were the best two weeks of my life. The worst tragedy was when I had to alight from the train to meet another client in the next town. Still, please give me the time to continue.

Aaron, as another fellow man with a respectable intellect, I would like to admit that there was a single thorn to this rose. Would you like me to tell? (Pathetically, I had no choice but to listen regardless of my personal choice!) I'll indulge you. Now, on the tenth day on the train, I happened to meet him again. I wanted to give my greetings but decided against it as he was with another person. Like a crazed pervert, I waited for him behind a wall as I looked at him. He was bending down and talking to a little boy. You might recognise the little boy by name at least as he kept calling him, "Oh my precious James! You look so pretty today! Tell your, mom, I sent my greetings to her; she looks beautiful today too! May the unicorns continue to be the most beautiful things I have ever seen!"

He was ten years old I believe. It appears to me that he stood perfectly still as Aubery showered compliments towards him, only moving his head up and down to indicate a nod in response. The fact that this child was not relishing in Aubery's passion was just absurd to me! He never gave him as much as a strained smile. To make things worse, he always shuffles away with his little fists clenched tightly. His purple hair covered much of the face Aubery loved so much and he consistently looked away from him, as if he wanted to be rid of him.

Foolish!

Aubery is the most beautiful person he would ever meet in his horrible young life! It is most unfortunate that James was the topic of conversation all of the time. Aubery constantly said how beautiful and pretty he was in a sing-song voice with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

"He's so pretty, Doctor! He's almost like a girl!" Aubery exclaimed delightfully. "I would do anything for his affections! What would I need to do, Doctor?"

"Well, I don't think you need to do anything," I reassured him as my eyebrow twitched.

"Really! But he's not noticing me! Please take my pleas seriously and tell me honestly: do you think he's beautiful too?" He sighed desperately.

I felt quickly annoyed at his impassioned gibberish! He went on and on about the beauty this child possessed! Of course, the child would never notice him! "No immature child would be able to appreciate beauty such as yours!" I wanted to cry out. Such an ignorant and soulless child would never fully understand his adult, sensuous beauty that he possessed. They only wanted something simple like cheap candies! 

A hot fire burned around him as he stood comfortably by the window at one side of the dining cart. I loved how his eyes would gaze around the train carriage pleasurably when people eat and chatted around at ease in a convivial atmosphere. He must have noticed my discomfort for he took my arm in his and led me across the room.

He said that he wanted to introduce me to some people he knew. We met a variety of characters but quite frankly, I could never see myself serving any of them. Why would that be? One may think that for someone who loved beauty such as myself, I would've aspired to help others achieved beauty as well. There is some truth to this perception of me that you hold but I have another set of measures that must be met before I decide their potential. Still, I have to make it clear that they are subjective and abstract.