Author Information
@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; His Stockings---A Legend Out Of Ancient Alexandria
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.
Starward
