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the same. Did you use any of those?"

Dor concentrated on the essay, already half forgotten. "I think I

mentioned a bear. You know, the fantastic Mundane monster."

"Itll come out bare-naked!" she exclaimed, laughing. "That bee

may not be smart, but it wasn't happy about having to work for its

letters. Oh, are you ever in trouble, Dor! Wait'll Cherie Centaur

reads that paper!"

"Oh, forget it!" he snapped, disgruntled. How many homonyms

had he used?

"Bear, bare!" she cried, swimming close and tugging at his cloth ing.
The material, not intended for water, tore readily, exposing half

his chest.

"Bare, bare, bare!" he retorted furiously, hooking two fingers into

the top of her suit and ripping it down. This material, too, came

apart with surprising ease, showing that her body was fully as devel
oped as suggested by the contours of her clothing. Her mother the

Queen often made herself pretty through illusion; Irene needed no

such enhancement.

"Eeeeek!" she screamed enthusiastically. "I'll get you!" And she

ripped more of his clothing off, not stopping at his shirt. Dor retal
iated, his anger mitigated by his intrigue with the flashes of her that

showed between splashes. In a moment they were both thoroughly

bare and laughing. It was as if they had done in anger something they

had not dared to do by agreement, but had nevertheless wanted to

do.

At this point Cherie Centaur trotted up. She had the forepart of a

remarkably full-figured woman, and the rear-part of a beautiful