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Now that the palace has regained its nocturnal

quiet, and the city, Alexandria, is a little less

boisterously noisy after midnight, the adolescent

Pharaoh---Kaisarion, Ptolemy XV, Lord of the Two

Lands---stands before the mirror with his boyfriend.

No inhibitions imposed by prudes, haters, or bullies

prevent or interfere with their eager, delighted

nakedness, each of them long-haired and tumescent.

After they kiss, Kaisarion put on a yellow pair of

Koan silk stockings---flawlessly translucent, even by

lamplight, except for the more opaque doubled weave at

his heels and toes.  Yes, I know:  Kaisarion's mother

designed the garment for her own purposes; her son

simply described it to Alexandria's most talented

weaver.  Now, these boyfriends move a little nearer the

mirror, and Kaisarion gratefully and gladly offers the

intimacy and vulnerability of his nakedness to his boyfriend;

nor need fear the kind of dismissive betrayal so popular

among his now deceased father's family and social circle.

After a brief time, and following some very well deployed

kisses and caresses, Kaisarion feels the sevenfold surges

that will release the sweetness his core confected---in the

form of glistening and iridescent streaks upon the polished

glass.   His knees buckle a bit, but his boyfriend's strong

arm arounds his waste as, panting wildly, he lays his

head upon his boyfriend's shoulder---the both of them

entirely and intensely satisfied.

Starward