Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 475 | Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons. |
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Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 7 | 472 | Then, one day, chained, writhing under his angry whip, she laughs and cries with joy, knowing that he is fighting his feelings for her. |
| 7 | 473 | She knows then, in all her sensitivity and intelligence, that she, no more than a purchasable animal, has won his heart. |
| 7 | 474 | But she is filled with trepidation. |
| 7 | 475 | Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons. |
| 7 | 476 | Permitted, freed of her bonds, bellying, her back afire, she squirms to his feet, and covers them with grateful kisses. |
| 7 | 477 | He seizes her and drags rudely up her to her knees. |
| 7 | 478 | "What a fool I am!" he cries. |
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Then, one day, chained, writhing under his angry whip, she laughs and cries with joy, knowing that he is fighting his feelings for her.
She knows then, in all her sensitivity and intelligence, that she, no more than a purchasable animal, has won his heart.
But she is filled with trepidation.
Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons.
Permitted, freed of her bonds, bellying, her back afire, she squirms to his feet, and covers them with grateful kisses.
He seizes her and drags rudely up her to her knees.
"What a fool I am!" he cries.
- (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 7)