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Nearly year around balmy weather and privately

enclosed smoothly paved or thickly grassed surfaces

made the use, even the very concept, of shoes

largely unnecessary for campus errands---classes, the

library, dining hall, and bookstore; without regard to

some dress code's expectations as in high school.

Mitch, whose c.b. handle, was MitchNiche, enjoyed a

thick mane of auburn hair, a deep gaze that had

collected stars into his soul, and a smile as shy as

it was seductive.  He favored the common style on

campus in that time---faded denim bib overalls (painters'

design), and sleeveless mesh tees.  Our attraction to

each other was immediate and irresistible, and began

almost as soon as our freshman year began.  Our

abilities expanded to the completion of each other's

spoken sentences, and both the cause and effect of the

most exquisite sensual pleasures our bodies could provide.

Few prudes and haters lived there to bring the rot and

mildew of their prejudices into the campus social

structure.  After several hours of evening study, Mitch

drew on to his heavily grass-stained feet a pair of

delicately sheer socks; then, that done, he removed his

other clothes.  After uncounted wet kisses and very

well informed caresses, he invited me, and then admitted

me, to his most private crevice.  Drawing me into

him, he enclosed me warmly and firmly; and then

pressed from me surge after surge of the most profuse sweetseed.

StarSpared