Not seen, indeed. Spoken of, sometimes, in hushed whispers, by his fellow students while he looked awkward and refused to comment on his first mistress, or the artist, or the doctor, but never out loud where others might hear them. Read about in the horrible novels the interns passed to each other back and forth during long shifts that left little to do, but never anywhere else. He found that he much preferred the new way.

And yes, the familiarity was exhilarating, more than anything else. To be so free! It was astounding.

"Such an idea would involve finding somewhere secluded of course..." He purred, particularly at the use of 'doctor' there. He couldn't help that, really.