Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 10 | 839 | I had, of View more quotes about course">course, not anticipated that we would be moving so soon, perhaps not even tomorrow. |
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Book 20. (7 results) Players of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 836 | "Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and leaped up, hurrying to his wagon, to obey. |
| 10 | 837 | "It seems we will not be leaving this camping area today," I said. |
| 10 | 838 | "Tomorrow will be soon enough," said Boots. |
| 10 | 839 | I had, of course, not anticipated that we would be moving so soon, perhaps not even tomorrow. |
| 10 | 840 | Would you have moved today, if you just acquired a slave such as the former Lady Telitsia? Surely it would be preferable to begin her training, and familiarize her to some extent with what it is to be handled by masters. |
| 10 | 841 | That would be far better than sitting on the wagon box of a theater wagon, urging on recalcitrant tharlarion, separated by several feet from such a slave, following, back-braceleted, chained by the neck to the back of the wagon. |
| 10 | 842 | Boots then rose to his feet, belched, spit on his hands, wiped them on his tunic, and stalked slowly, ponderously, like a good-natured, rotund draft tharlarion, perhaps having eaten too much, toward his wagon. |
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"Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and leaped up, hurrying to his wagon, to obey.
"It seems we will not be leaving this camping area today," I said.
"Tomorrow will be soon enough," said Boots.
I had, of course, not anticipated that we would be moving so soon, perhaps not even tomorrow.
Would you have moved today, if you just acquired a slave such as the former Lady Telitsia? Surely it would be preferable to begin her training, and familiarize her to some extent with what it is to be handled by masters.
That would be far better than sitting on the wagon box of a theater wagon, urging on recalcitrant tharlarion, separated by several feet from such a slave, following, back-braceleted, chained by the neck to the back of the wagon.
Boots then rose to his feet, belched, spit on his hands, wiped them on his tunic, and stalked slowly, ponderously, like a good-natured, rotund draft tharlarion, perhaps having eaten too much, toward his wagon.
- (Players of Gor)