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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; At The Lavatory's Sink
He rarely washed his face very often,
as even the slightest, or most careful, effort
had the predictable effect of causing
his features to run together like the
water colors in a kiddies' art class.
Such alterations made a better contract
killer of him---a specialist on the
Mars to Neptune route. He studiously
avoided Ganymede, or the space station
Antinous (a tubular structure with
an egress slit at its top and two ovoids,
the engineering and maintenance cells)
at its base. In vast, sheltered dormitories
on Ganymede, and on Antinous,
the homos and cloned'omos dwell; and he
knew, from a deep understanding of his
own nature that the love of a cute boy---
despite the prejudice of prudes and haters---
had the power, the very dynamic
power, to alter his life and cancel
his vocation. A long-haired adolescent
boy---homo or cloned'omo, clad in a
thong and long (thigh-high) socks (with no shoes in
sight, the current fashion on Antinous)---
could close him off from the Mars to Neptune
route, happily and most willingly closed out.
Sleeping with a long-haired adolescent
boy---homo or cloned'omo---naked in
bed except for his long socks was the standard
fantasy he dialed into all of his
standingly reserved accommodations
wherein he stayed when on a hired assignment.
StarSpared
