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That we attended Prom as boyfriends, coupled, monogamous; that

we declined formal clothing, and wore, instead, mesh tees, the

style of shorts that are still called "hot pants" (some phrases

endure for centuries) and thigh high socks (pastel pink; shoes

omitted); or that I, originated, brought him, clonicated, to Prom.

Of course, they stared with malicious facial expressions, and

audible whispers:  "This is not the Ganymede Cluster after all, nor

"Coerulescence, the city that no one has ever seen nor

"visited."  Slow and fast dances we danced, each one.  Our own

AfterProm---in the privacy of my rooms, in the conducive

accommodations of my very observant SmartBed---we made

love until sunsrise:  tees, hot pants, and thongs in a pile on the

floor (we kept those pastel pink socks on).  To the peaks of

pleasure, we came more than once.

Starward