A story in dealing with the character I am shaping. Please Read and Review!! (Hopefully, I'm out of my writing dry spell. We'll see).

Father Farragut sat calmly, with an air of dignified composition surrounding his movements and his whole being, in fact. He watched as various people walked into the Ming Jade Café, he holding a wonderful brown ceramic cup in his hands, which were aged to perfection and did not possess the bulging veins and flaky dried purple skin of other men his age. He sipped his Korean green tea, savoring its taste, and then decided that he should let the water perfect the leaves more as they floated in the charmingly exotic hand-shaped ceramic teapot. The café itself was certainly fine enough for the dignified priest, whose shining white hair contrasted well with all of the earth tones that made up the small, personal atmosphere of the intellectually stimulating tea shop. Idiots and those that lead unexamined lives need not go to the Ming Jade. Only men of standing and intelligence, like the Personable and Dignified Father Farragut, need come in. And also men like the one seated across from him in one of the sturdy, well-crafted, sandy-brown chairs contained within the Jade.

The Father regarded the straight-backed, stately Asians as they walked up to the counter, where they began to banter in Mandarin with the server. He took a sip of his tea again, and he was pleased to find that the sip contained more flavor. "What do you think of these people, Erich?"

"What people?" Farragut's able opponent asked, pouring himself some tea from the pot. He had waited longer for the flavor to set in than the priest, and the Personable and Dignified Farragut had, of course, taken notice.

"You know who I'm talking about," Farragut replied stonily. The door to the Jade opened again, and two goofy middle-aged women walked in, bringing with them a cold draft from the throbbing city outside. They noticed the priest, and they waved good-naturedly, smiling with their red noses and cheeks and wind-whipped hair and chapped lips.

"Hello Father!"

"Good afternoon, Father Farragut!"

Farragut waved very handsomely and composedly, his lips spreading effortlessly into a genuine smile that was nowhere near genuine. This sufficed for the simple ladies, and they took their places behind the well- dressed and finely poised Asians ordering at the counter. "Next time, don't bring in so much of a draft, you doltish women," Farragut said softly, immediately sipping tea after his comment.

"You don't say much for the catholic church, oh dear Father," the man opposite him, his voice openly sarcastic.

Farragut looked at the stunningly handsome figure of Erich Fortuna, who looked back at him with those same eyes that had stared at millions all around the world in one of the countless ads and billboards in which he was featured. "I didn't ask for your opinion, sir," Farragut replied. "At least, not in that matter. I asked what you thought of Asians."

"To be honest, I don't trust most of them."

Farragut grinned lightly. "Yet you'll have sex with them?"

"Yes, with their men and women." Fortuna took a sip of his tea. "Although I'm sure you don't want to hear about my bisexual tendencies, do you?"

"I'm sure the press would," Farragut said. "You keep it remarkably well- hidden from the paparazzi."

That great personage and international model and actor Erich Fortuna shrugged. "To be honest, I care about that very little. I oftentimes wonder why I have so many fans."

The Personable and Dignified figure opposite him wrinkled his nose in disgust; a look very unbecoming of him. "The arrogance of you. You know damn well how much you mean to this world. It doesn't say much about the world, but that is a different topic."

Fortuna smiled at him, and Farragut for a moment wished to fuck him; to have sex with him right there. It was just Fortuna's raw beauty causing this carnal urge, for the feeling instantly passed. "I am a very busy man, Father. Why did you invite me to have tea with you in this little insignificant place in your hopelessly insignificant country?"

Farragut looked at him with searching eyes for a moment, and then he shook his head, speaking: "What happened to you, Erich? Are the pleasures of the Flesh so tantalizing that you would abandon all of your previous, innocent ambitions for a life of shallow physical enrichments and personal defilement? Do you know your fame won't even last five more years, given the fact that this fickle world will abandon you within that time?"

"I should have been a priest, then?" Fortuna inquired. Farragut shrugged aloofly, and then sipped his tea. Fortuna chuckled, for he knew that Farragut could not be aloof of anything; he was too cutthroat. "So what is the difference, then, when I have anal sex with one of my brief nightly interests and you have anal sex with, let's say, an alter boy?"

Farragut could have lost his poise then, if he had not spent years cultivating it to perfection. He hardly faltered, but Fortuna did not care either way. He was in the mood for a black woman to make love to, with skin of a slightly darker complexion than mocha, with an ass to die for, and he was already making plans in his head on what club to find one at tonight. That Personable and Distinguished monarch of a priest had no black women he could make love to, due to an awful vow he had made to a fictitious deity when he had been young and undistinguished and unpolished and with brown hair, and not the sagacious white of his elder years. Finally, Farragut resigned to his past sins and future fate, and took a sip of his tea. "You can go whenever you like, Erich."

Fortuna was up, noticing one of the Asian women looking at him with astonished green eyes. He stared at her for a moment, and he could feel her soul crying to him, reaching for him, kissing his olive skin and petting his black hair and pleading with him to take her for just one night, and leave her senseless and satisfied for the late afternoon sun. Then, he dropped a few meaningless dollars on the table for the bill.

"Keep it," Farragut said.

"No, I insist. I owe you that much for the lessons you taught me as a boy," Fortuna said, and then he walked out of the Ming Jade and into the awaiting arms of the world that loved him so much and didn't give a shit about him in the very same instant.