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Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #174)

The older woman had seen in that moment that the eyes of the younger, those of the charming, stupid-looking slut, as she saw her, were blue. Her hair then might be naturally blond, not that that mattered in the least. She was a low sort. Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play. It was probably dyed, false, dyed! She had no right to be with such a man! The young man had followed his companion into the aisle. Their eyes met, and the older woman shrank back. She trembled. - (Prize of Gor)