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Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it.

I sat down beside her, embracing her. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

I sat down beside her, embracing her. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful.

Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

She drew back, staring at it. I told this hair to go away.

It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science; I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life.

But I had to do it. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it.

It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time.

I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. The garden rustled and sighed behind me. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. It was not that the death attracted me; it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment.

It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time.

Well, she loved it. I took a long breath, feeling the toll of all this changing and magic, but I was as hard as a statue for her. I wanted to pounce on her. Instead I let her bury her face in the hair of my chest, and kiss my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my loins.

I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink.

Not an electric light burned in the place. It was the dreamiest darkness.

But I had to do it. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it.

She drew back, staring at it. I told this hair to go away.

I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I would be naked.

I took her breasts in my hands, enchanted by their smallness, their delicacy. So pink, girlish pink.

She lay back, heaving a deep sigh. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.

She tugged at my hair, and kissed me with her eyes closed, all over my face, and quite suddenly I realized with a shock that my beard and mustache were on my face.

It worked even more swiftly and completely than last time.

No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come.

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