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They thought him no more than a street urchin, a

beggar that some uncouth would have called vermin;

but you saw, in his deep gaze and shy smile, a

need for more than just sustenance and shelter:  a

need to love and be loved according to is nature.

In the lower streets and their back alleys, the

common thugs and bullies despised the expression of

such inclinations; often inflicting violence---injury

even unto death.  Only after your servants had

bathed him, and combed the mattings out of his curls

(softness cascading nearly to his waist), he stood

naked before the full length mirror, and sighed.

When he noticed your ardent gaze upon him, his

tumescence began to engorge.  I think he became

convinced that, in this safe and sheltering haven you

had provided, his intimate desires were no more

judged or begrudged as inappropriate---no prudes or

haters present here to inflict their prejudices

upon or against him.  As he stood before you, his

pulse was quite visibly apparent, along with the

slightly accelerating rhythm of his respiration.  At

that moment, you offered him the gift---the pair of

stockings (very expensive Koan silk, woven to his

legs' exact measurements---flawlessly translucent,

except for the doubled weave at the heels and toes). 

His amazement was very obvious, as---with hands

slightly trembling with delight---he drew the

stockings, carefully, up to his thighs and cinched

them securely.  The proof of his gratitude was the

droplet of sweetness emerging from that blossomed

lavender bud, that you tasted as eagerly as a young

man a third of your age.  This was only a foretaste of

his core's confection, and far more awaited your

devoted efforts to achieve a most satisfactory harvest.

This happened in Alexandria, three years after Roman 

annexation provincialized Aegyptus, that ancient land.

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