Later:

     They danced with the Azurians to music both primal yet more advanced and nuanced than anything found on Earth.

     A golden passageway glistened at one end of the dancing circle.

     Francis Forwarder and Xerxes joined the party.

     "I must admit," Francis said. "Seeing you all overwhelmed me a bit, so I felt the need to spend a little private time with Xerxes before I rejoined you."

     A fantasy of Francis giving the bone to a smiling Xerxes flashed in the minds of, at least, three of the people there.

     "You all having a good time?" Francis called out, holding up his own cup of broove.

​     The Azurians, a good two hundred of them in Trevor's estimation, raised their mugs and smiled, or continued to smile, I should say.

​     Abby and her family, Niki and Malika, Trevor and Helen, Anne, Gramps from where he stood at the edge of the dancing circle, all held up their mugs and shouted, "Yeah!"

     The Galateas continued to swirl amongst the dancers, only now, as they did, they danced closer and closer to Francis, who danced, smiling, arms wide, metaphorically embracing everyone there. 

     Xerxes danced as if telling the world, yes, I know that I am as handsome as anyone you've ever seen, and you're welcome to gaze if you'd like. He danced with a grace so fluid as to become art.

     Cathy danced until she stood next to him. He was obviously gay, and he was obviously with Francis, but, damn! Okay, so maybe it was the broove talking, but, hey, they'd all been thrown into this impossibly surrealistic adult playpen that looked like God herself had created for them to party in, so who knew how anybody was supposed to react to anything?

     She got a look at Chuck, who couldn't take his eyes off the robed Galateas as he danced. She looked at his crotch to see that he had a hard on, and, under those so very unique circumstances, she found she didn't blame him one bit.

​     Gramps danced like, if he got a single move wrong, the Azure would be upset with him forever.

     Anne on the other hand, flitted free as a butterfly.

     "Hey!" Adam roared as he and Myanna joined everybody. They looked like they'd just stepped out of the shower, and they both held mugs of broove. "You call that dancing? I'll show you dancing!"

CONTINUE