Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 221: what you’re looking at

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“That's a naughty word. Got to keep our minds on the job, remember?” Max grunted, didn’t move a muscle. ‘Thought you liked redheads, anyway... .” “Don’t let a guy get thinking about it, will you?” | must have let the words come out a little too hard, a little too Sharply. “Sorry, kiddo.” “Oh, it’s okay.” But it wasn’t okay, and | guess Max knew it better than | did. It didn’t make sense, of course—a Martian, and a Teacher to boot All Martian women weren't beautiful, you see, any more than all Earth women are—but when one Is, it makes you wish, if you’re not a Martian, that none of them were. Don't think I’m a complete fool. | hadn’t given Lya- Younger more than ten words other than questioning since she’d been assigned to work with me and the other four Teachers | had borrowed from Max. She didn’t know what had happened inside me, and she wouldn’t ever know, either. It was just something not to think about, and if that, then immediately forgotten. lt wouldn't have been so tough if it had been just the physical beauty of her; her hair, like a dark coronet of silk framing her thin-oval face with its china-doll delicacy of feature and the porcelain whiteness. Her almost too-large eyes were the color of one of the emerald lakes at its deepest part... a young, supple body, of vibrant life held in restraint by the graceful quietness that typified her people. All of her, so gently beautiful a thing; it seemed that no second glance could ever measure up to the first, yet each second glance by some miracle transcended the first... . And if that had been all—and | say “all” with full Knowledge of the epitome Martian beauty can reach—it wouldn’t have been so tough. Even with the additional fact CORniclooo SS CO