Chapter 40: LOVE ME TENDER

“Let’s decide if we’re talking or sexing. One or the other. I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. I’d prefer talking for now cause I have a slew of questions, Doc.”

“Talk first. Maybe I’ll inspire your passion and fury again by something I say.”

“Isn’t it better to inspire tender passions than violent ones?”

“Honestly, I have no experience with those so called tender passions. Only violent passions, and I have a prodigious talent for arousing the violent passion. Can you understand, I love being fucked passionately? Unfortunately, no one has ever fallen in love with me, so I take what kind I can get.”

“Do all your patients rape you?”

“No personal questions involving other patients Ricky.”

“I noticed several faint thumb-prints inside in the fold of the card. You should invest in new cards and put the patient’s name in the inscription.”

“You are the only one to see through my ruse. No need to buy new cards. Sharp eyed sharp witted clients such as you are very rare.”

“What was your intent with the ruse?”

“Influence over your decision to follow my recommendations”

“Explain.”

“Become a figure of awe in your eyes, and when I forgive you, your atitude should have been worshipful and amenable to my will.”

“And what is your will you wanted me bent to?”

“Experimental surgery. I am unaware of it it every being tried before. I want to transplant a compatible testicle into your soon emptied scrotum, so your supply of hormones continues unabated.”

“Would I be able to father children then?”

“Doubtful but unknown. If you did by some miracle, they would be you donor’s genes, not yours. The intent is to continue your bodies production of male hormones so you don’t become a eunuch.”

“Never been tried, huh? That’s not much of a recommendation.”

“Here, look at this. Published just last year. ‘Christine Jorgensen: A Personal Autobiography, 1967’. New things are being tried and I want to be one of the pioneers.” Rahmi hands me the book she plucked from her bookshelf.