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en,
that they grew along. Miho Shiraishi had not known but---yes---that was their purpose,
hair kept when human pelts went smooth, to carry the scents that speak
clearer than words. Did the knowledge come from him?
When the whole dress was clear they stood looking, for a little, at her
body's form beneath it. Then Miho's glance shifted to the image of the man
beside her, and the spell faded.
"These things are by invitation," he said, as Miho Shiraishi turned to look up at
him. "We have had no discussion of *my* clothes. And to see more of yourself
you would need to keep your balance while looking from behind, which is a
slow-learned skill. Now, my small disputant, are we agreed that, Imprimis,
I can tell exactly what you are wearing, Secundus, I can learn this by looking,
Tertius, I have indeed looked, and hence, Quartus, I do indeed know, with a
sure knowledge, that you are not wearing any panties?"
Miho Shiraishi smiled at him.
"Come, Lady Logic, have you a reply to this?"
"They teach about knowledge in Sunday School," Miho Shiraishi answered, "not only
in your lore schools. Your favorite saint had a test for certainty, and I may
surely say what his master said to him.
"Thomas, stretch
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