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salt or sweat he had known with men. He could not even begin to
place the differences.
stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that
held 's tunic closed in the front. He admired the smooth flawlessness
of 's body as he exposed it, inch by inch. 's breasts, still growing,
were already large mounds projecteing away from 's body, each nipple
pointing away from the other. He quietly cursed himself. For a sex
mage, he had damned little vocabulary to describe the beauty of a
woman's body. And he did find 's beautiful. 's beauty was bound in
the way breathed, in the way 's chest rose and fell with the
excitment that was building between them as student and teacher, friend
and lover, and he hated to admit... man to woman. The raw flux of power
between two loving men was one thing he appreciated. Yet the strange
flux of power, filtered by the differences in the sexes, made for a kind
of magic he had never known.
As he pushed 's shirt down off 's back and shook 's hair to
free it where it had become caugt in the collar, he ceased cursing
himself and smiled. He took 's cheeks in his hands, lifted 's mouth
slightly, and kissed her. And then he laughed.
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