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"Let the festivities begin!" called the newcomer, a large, broad-shouldered, heavily bearded fellow, flinging a heavy purse on its strings into the stomach of he whom I took to be Philebus, the taverner, who clutched at it, but failed to secure it, as it was jerked back on the strings. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #437)

To be sure, some women do not fully understand they are owned, until they are whipped. The gate to the paga enclosure suddenly flew open and cracked back against the railing. "It is Borton!" cried a fellow, delightedly. "Let the festivities begin!" called the newcomer, a large, broad-shouldered, heavily bearded fellow, flinging a heavy purse on its strings into the stomach of he whom I took to be Philebus, the taverner, who clutched at it, but failed to secure it, as it was jerked back on the strings. Philebus cried out in good-humored dismay. And then the fellow took the purse and thrust it down, firmly, into his hands. "I have been long aflight and have now reported to my captain," said he. - (Vagabonds of Gor)