“My Teacher Told Me Monsieur Dubois waited for me at his suite to commence our private tutorial. Since his other students Albert and Narnia had their lessons in the morning, they were at The Imperial’s swimming pool frolicking with their respective chaperones, leaving me alone with my professor. The moment I walked in, he said, “Young, you did well at last evening’s TransZendental session.” “I thought I had been summoned by the prince but he wasn’t there,” I commented. “He was! Didn’t you see him?” Alain remarked sarcastically. “He was?” This piece of information piqued my interest. I continued, “By the way, who was the man I was paired with?” “Don’t you recognize him?” my teacher teased. “No, who?” “Couldn’t you identify his touch and smell?” I remarked fondly, “All I could smell was sandalwood and the man’s loving touch. I couldn’t help melting into his gallantry. Who was he?” Just then my Valet came into the room. “Talking about the devil, here he is.” “Andy! It was Andy!” I exclaimed. “Your burka harnesses had worked wonders to revivify the fervent connections you felt for each other. That’s the reason I chose the two of you, to demonstrate to the prince and the sheik how they, too, could open themselves up to one another,” my teacher declared. Surprised by Dubois’ exposition, I questioned, “You mean they are together? I mean, they’re an item?” Alain gave a gratifying laugh before answering, “That’s correct. They are now unofficially a couple.””
Quotes by Albert A. Young
“He was undersized; though witily powerful and as lithe as a panther. His coat, which should have been wavily abundant, was as short and as thick as a chow’s. It was not unlike a chow’s in texture and growth. His bushy tail was three inches too short. His head was broad where it should have been chiseled into classic lines. His muzzle was not long enough for the rest of his head. The “‘stop’”’ above it was too prominent. His glowing dark eyes were round; not almondshaped or slanted as called for in the “Standard of the Breed.” In brief, he was not a true type of collie; though of royally pure lineage. He was a throwback;”
“In ancient Arabia, homosexuality was age-structured, involving bearded, mature men in love with beardless teenagers like you and Albert. The beard is a sign of manhood and masculinity. “Many Arabian poets described the object of their love as an adolescent boy, going to great lengths to describe “desirable” physical features. ● This ideal young man is always brown and slender. ● His waist is supple and thin like a willow branch or like a lance. ● His hair, black as scorpions. ● The hair that falls on his forehead curls like the Arabic alphabets. ● His eyes are arcs with hurl arrows. ● His cheeks are roses. ● His saliva has the sweetness of honey. ● Last but not least, his buttocks resemble a dune of moving sand. When he walks, you could call him a young faun. When he is motionless, he eclipses the brightness of the moon.” At this juncture, my professor gave me a beguiling smile, before adding, “You, Young are a perfect specimen of this ideal.””