After all...
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    The two sisters sat drinking tea together.

    The elder spoke.

    "So?  How big?"

    The younger blinked.  "You know how tall he is, and how sensitive he
is about his height--"

    "No, no, I mean, _how big_?"  The elder sister accompanied the
question with a very obvious motion of her hands.

    The younger sister blushed brightly.  "Oh... that.  Well... he was
about _so_ big."  She looked down at her hands as she made a gesture of
her own, only to look up again at the sudden strangling noise.

    Her sister stared back, wide-eyed.  "You're lying."

    A blank look was the only reply.

    "No... I guess you're not."

    "Ano... is something wrong?  Is... is that small?"

    The elder sister waved her hands in front of her.  "No, no!  In
fact, that's... er... above average."

    Her sister smiled.  "Oh, that's good."

Gee, I was wondering if they were swapping fish stories...

    A few minutes passed in silence.

    "You were right... the first time did hurt a bit.  The second and
third times were much better, however.   By the sixth and seventh times,
it was very, very nice."  The younger sister's blush was positively
glowing by this time.

Would someone please give this girl a theasurus? And only seven times? You'd
think they'd be, you know, doin' it until the cows came home...

    "See?  Aren't you glad we had that little talk before your
wedding?"  An ear-to-ear grin matched the blush of the other.

    "The next morning, I--"  She was interrupted again by another noise
from her elder sister.  "Are you sure you are alright?"

    Clearing her throat, the woman spoke.  "No!  Er, yes, yes, I'm fine!
Please continue.   Don't mind me."

    Looking down into her teacup, she continued.  "The next morning, I
tried one of the things you spoke of.  I know he enjoyed it a great
deal, and I thought it was rather interesting, except it did get rather
stuffy beneath the blanket--"

Oookay...

    The spray of tea across the room was interrupted by the young man
who had just slid open the door.  "Gee, thanks, Urd," he commented,
looking down at his damp feet.

Heh.

    "Keiichi!" exclaimed the younger of the two women, jumping to her
feet and running over and into her husband's arms.

    With a grin, he gave his wife a quick kiss.  "Hi, Bell.  Ready for
our dinner out tonight?"

    Taking her husband's arm, the young goddess accompanied him out of
the room. "Of course!"

    "What was with Urd, anyways?"

    "I'm not quite sure... we were just talking about..."

Of course, two seconds later, Keiichi has face-faulted.

    As the voices faded, the silver-haired goddess regained a bit of
self-control, and fanned herself lightly.

    "Now who would have thought that..."

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Hmm...a nice bit of spam, but just nice. And, you had me guessing for quite a
while, which was pretty good. A very subtle little fic.