Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 19 | 81 | Several times, one girl or another would roll over or shift in her sleep, or throw out an arm, and my heart would nearly stop, but none of the wenches awakened and we would troop on to the next room. |
| 19 | 82 | At last we came to a largish room, but much smaller than the main hall, in which there were some seventeen beauties strewn about, all in Pleasure Silk. |
| 19 | 83 | The light in the room was furnished by a single tharlarion-oil lamp which hung from the ceiling. |
| 19 | 84 | It was carpeted by a large red rug on which were several cushions of different colors, mostly yellows and oranges. |
| 19 | 85 | There was no fountain in the room but, against one wall, there were some low tables with fruits and drinks upon them. |
| 19 | 86 | Harold looked the girls over and then he went to the low table and poured himself a drink, Ka-la-na wine by the smell of it. |
| 19 | 87 | He then picked up a juicy, red larma fruit, biting into it with a sound that seemed partly crunching as he went through the shell, partly squishing as he bit into the fleshy, segmented endocarp. |
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Several times, one girl or another would roll over or shift in her sleep, or throw out an arm, and my heart would nearly stop, but none of the wenches awakened and we would troop on to the next room.
At last we came to a largish room, but much smaller than the main hall, in which there were some seventeen beauties strewn about, all in Pleasure Silk.
The light in the room was furnished by a single tharlarion-oil lamp which hung from the ceiling.
It was carpeted by a large red rug on which were several cushions of different colors, mostly yellows and oranges.
There was no fountain in the room but, against one wall, there were some low tables with fruits and drinks upon them.
Harold looked the girls over and then he went to the low table and poured himself a drink, Ka-la-na wine by the smell of it.
He then picked up a juicy, red larma fruit, biting into it with a sound that seemed partly crunching as he went through the shell, partly squishing as he bit into the fleshy, segmented endocarp.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )