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they tried to clean you up. And dare I
say, that was a job. I had to pay double, normal wage for anyone to
even go near you. You were that disgusting. I know the hair is kind
of short. Sorry, but it was so matted, my barber didn't have a
choice.”
    As Thomas spoke, Dorian just stared at him,
propped up on one elbow.
    Backing away after not
receiving a response, he added, “I can see you need time to adjust
to your new surroundings. Enjoy a rest in a comfortable bed for
once. When you are ready to talk, just shout my name.”
    After watching Thomas exit, Dorian lay flat,
staring up at the ceiling.
    “I can't believe I thought, I was in...” he
whispered. He couldn't bring himself to say Heaven. “Like that's
ever going to happen. I can't believe I'm no longer in the forest
though. I was sure I would spend the rest of my existence in that
forsaken place.”
    Repositioning himself to the middle of the
massive bed, he stretched out both arms as far as he could, but
still didn’t come close to either side. Then he pulled them up over
his head and neither his fingers nor his toes touched the ends. The
bed was almost as big as his entire room in his church. Sadness
immediately enveloped him as his remembered his former home and his
father.
    “Stop it, Dorian. That life is gone,” he
moaned.
    Clearing his mind of the depressing
memories, he allowed the comfort of the bed to lull him to
sleep.
    After waking from his
rejuvenating slumber, he felt confined by his new surroundings,
having grown accustomed to the openness of the forest. He thought
briefly of shouting for Thomas. However, being isolated for so long
made him apprehensive about company.
    Sliding out of bed, he exited the bedroom
using the door Thomas had used hours earlier. This led him into a
long hallway lined with many more doors. Following the hall to the
right, he descended down an elaborate marble staircase to the first
floor. “Why does one person need so much space?”
    He proceeded toward the
back of the mansion opposite the double wood and stained glass
entrance. As he continued deeper into the mansion, he heard the
faint rush of water. Following the noise, he found himself inside a
glass room with a pool. The site enticed Dorian, having never seen
such a large amount of water contained inside a house.
    Disrobing, he made his way to the stairs at
the end. Testing the water with his toe, he was pleasantly
surprised by its warmth. Staying close to the edge, Dorian
submerged himself in the warm water up to his neck. Leaning his
head back to rest on the edge, he stared out the glass ceiling.
    “I see you found the pool,” Thomas spoke
from the entrance to the glass room.
    Startled, Dorian lost his footing and
plunged under the water. Able to correct himself quickly, he
managed to only swallow a mouthful of water.
    “Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. May I
join you?” Thomas apologized and questioned all in the same breath.
Before Dorian could regain control of his mouth to respond, Thomas
was nude and jumping in.
    “Oh, God, that feels good!” Thomas exclaimed
as his body reemerged from under the water.
    This mention of God caused
Dorian to frown.
    Slicking back his hair out of his eyes,
Thomas guessed, “Sorry. You probably don't want to hear that name
right now.”
    Feeling exposed, Dorian
panicked while Thomas seemed completely at ease. Attempting to
hide, he crossed his arms over his chest. He then realized with the
transparency of the water, his entire body was visible. His face
heated up to a nice shade of crimson, but Thomas didn't
notice.
    Dorian's curiosity exceeded his discomfort.
After stealing glances at the first naked body he had laid eyes on,
besides his own, he compared their physiques. Thomas was nicely
built, far more muscular and toned than himself.
    Dorian couldn't resist sizing himself up.
Fortunately, Thomas remained on the opposite side of the pool,
elbows resting on the edge, preoccupied with his cigarettes.
Feeling sure his