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I laughed and spun the fat little fellow about and, with one hand on the collar of his robes and the other hand firmly affixed south of the collar, flung him stumbling toward the exit of the tent. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #211)

"—of a free woman," I repeated. Targo squinted at the Pleasure Rack at the side of the tent, perhaps looking for perspiration stains on the straps. "Are you sure?" he asked. I laughed and spun the fat little fellow about and, with one hand on the collar of his robes and the other hand firmly affixed south of the collar, flung him stumbling toward the exit of the tent. He caught his balance there and, earrings swinging, turned to regard me as though I might have lost my senses. "Perhaps Master is making a mistake?" he suggested. "Perhaps," I admitted. - (Outlaw of Gor)