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"You have it?" asked the man with the cylindrical marking device, some sort of grease pencil, to another, who held a clipboard, with attached papers. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #314)

In the wake of the object there appeared a bright, thick, red line, moving about and circling, completing a course, a configuration, on me, which perhaps to some who looked upon it, but not to me, was significant. And then, in a moment, the object was withdrawn, the marking fixed upon me. I looked down upon it, what was written on me. "You have it?" asked the man with the cylindrical marking device, some sort of grease pencil, to another, who held a clipboard, with attached papers. "Yes," said the fellow with the board, making a notation on the papers. "Kneel," said the fellow with the pencil, putting it back in one of the compartments of an open, triple-sheath attached to his belt. The man who was supporting me, holding me from behind, let me sink to my knees. - (Dancer of Gor)