I glanced up, looking across the room so that I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the ...ther way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck. Dwarves, a sturdy, practical people, are known for three things: First, the innate knowledge they seem to have in matters concerning stone and metal work. Secondly, the seriousness they regard their work with. Thirdly, expressed most often after a hard day's work, the dwarves' love of strong drink. Strong, short, stout and sturdy, the dwarves are noted for being one of the few races to have a species-wide sense of modesty on par with that of humans.Gnome society can be best described as. I never get those legal things straight." She paused again and I looked at Jim. He looked as though Alice's narrative force and physical bulk had overwhelmed him completely. I caught myself wondering just what Mr. Singleton was like."Where's Susan Gillespie now?" I asked innocently."Oh, she's not Gillespie. She went back to her maiden name, Mitchell, and then remarried about two years later. She's now Susan Larsen. Her husband's an insurance man and they've got two teen-aged girls. They live. When I finished my training I was my normal height of 1.9 meters and my weight was a hefty 90 kilograms--but I had a gymnist's body. That body had a deep tan--and was free of body hair. Speaking of hair, only my eyelashes, eyebrows, and scalp had hair. My scalp hair grew in the pattern favored by that tribe for males--thinned bald in front, bunched up in a bun on the back of my head. The rest of my "uniform" was a string around my waist that held my penis by its foreskin so that I was sort of.