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After our encounter in the warehouse, in which he failed to recognize me, or it seems so, I did not see him again until the afternoon before my sale, in the exposition cage. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #51)

I feared I might fall. I had felt the strangest inclination to kneel before him, my head lowered, in suitable submission. Then I turned about, and fled away, amongst startled shoppers, and puzzled fellow clerks. After our encounter in the warehouse, in which he failed to recognize me, or it seems so, I did not see him again until the afternoon before my sale, in the exposition cage. During my training, how often I had sneaked little glances about me, at the guards, the visitors, prospective buyers, trainers, physicians, and attendants, hoping to see him! I knew myself too poor a slave to be of interest to such a man, perhaps one of skills, position, and wealth, but, still, I hoped to see him. I was sure it was he who had brought me to the iron, and the collar. At least that much I must have pleased him! But I did not see him again until the afternoon in the exposition cage. - (Smugglers of Gor)