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I remembered her, again, from the restaurant, so long ago, in the candlelight, in the svelte, off-the-shoulder, white-sheath dress, so chic and lovely, carrying the tiny, silver-beaded purse. - (Guardsman of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #480)

"I am ready for love, and with the abject helplessness of a slave," she said. "Will you not touch me, or caress me?" I said nothing. But it pleased me mightily to know that the slave, the former Miss Henderson, was aroused before me. I remembered her, again, from the restaurant, so long ago, in the candlelight, in the svelte, off-the-shoulder, white-sheath dress, so chic and lovely, carrying the tiny, silver-beaded purse. She now knelt before me, a slave girl on Gor. "Alas!" said the girl. "What a poor slave I must be! I have been made-up for love, and I have been scented and belled, and my master does not deign to so much as touch me. - (Guardsman of Gor)