Dr. Victor Lewis Silverstein

Part 1 I walked into Dr. Silverstein's office with a rare, terminal skin condition. I walked out of the office two hours later immortal. Dr. Silverstein gave me a few drops of his home-made special sauce and just like that, I was cured. I owe my life to him. Because of this, I have surrendered myself to him as one of his concubines. I am now part of his massive harem. His wife emphatically approves and this has made the bedroom all the more interesting... His grandson Aaron, who accidentally walked in once on the passionate love-making taking place in the upstairs bedroom, is a bright young boy. I see that special dermatologist "je ne sais quoi" in his sparkling and luminous eyes. I hope that one day when my lover has passed onto the great beyond, Aaron and I might meet up in a Parisian cafe, catch up over a few cappuccinos, spend the evening walking the rain-drenched streets by the Seine, come home to my apartment where we'll lay side by side, and I'll look longingly,… wistfully into his deep, boyishly good-looking, chestnut-colored, iridescent, fluorescent, and effervescent eyes and whisper these five simple words: "You remind me of Grandpa."