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a rounded channel and frothing
where the silk clung to the curls between 's legs, welling up in a turbulent
mound that somehow had more shape, more definiteness than had ever noticed
before. wanted to cup it in 's hand, to imagine the water filling and
spilling against 's fingers, could almost feel the rush and tingle from
inside; but putting 's hand as if to cover herself...no. An inverted modesty
kept 's from snatching at 's body, there or where 's breasts---normally
unobtrusive, gentle swellings that needed no special support and did little
to push out 's clothes---were suddenly sharply defined. Low on 's ribs,
but the nipples high, looking as emphatic as they unexpectedly felt; how had
they become points of *drama* in something so undramatic as the body she
lived and worked in every day?
"Magic," said. "Have you put an illusion on my dress, to look like
that? Have you put a glamour on *me*, to look like that? Or a glamour on
my mind, to *think* I look like that? You could do all those things to someone
who does have something underneath---I haven't said if *I* don't---and it would
look the same." The idea of mind-magic was an uneasy one, but then the
thought of such a glamour on the Manageress almost set 's gi
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