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all the best restaurants specialise
in great bowls of soup. But the choice of a long beard is open, of course, and
to a wizard an open choice is an easy tool."
Mami Katagiri watched dreamily as his neat beard grew longer, slipping like a wild
red rope into the space between them.
"That's better," Mami Katagiri said. "Hey, that tickles."
"That's another problem, when you're reading in bed," he said, "or if
you roll over at night with it trapped under your elbow. You see why I don't
make a habit of it."
"Hey, that *really* tickles!" Mami Katagiri looked down suddenly, to where two
strands of the beard were teasing away the softness of Mami's nipples.
"How do you *do* that? No, don't stop." Mami Katagiri straightened Mami's arms for a
clearer view, and watched fascinated as the beard used the open space to
form a russet cloud against her, in which waves moved up Mami's skin like the
spiral stripes up a barber pole, vanishing yet endless. "Can you feel what
you do with it, like with your fingers? Like with...?" giving a little
wriggle where he was still stiff against her.
"Not exactly, but with the link between us strengthening I can feel
something of what *you* feel, which guides me well enough."
"It guides you *wonder
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