Ellen dared to look up, from her belly, half buried in the sand, into which it seemed she would crawl, as though to hide.
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Her fingers dug into the sand, at the sides of her head.
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It was Selius Arconious! "Perhaps you are right," said the scribe.
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"I myself was inclined to be lenient, though I suppose the liar's brand would be appropriate for her".
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Ellen dug her fingers into the sand, in terror.
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"I did, as doubtless did we all, enjoyed her performance, and that should count for something, I suppose," said the scribe, "and I, besides, upon reflection, am inclined to grant that she may not have fully understood her latent talents in the matter".
"I am called 'Selius'," said the voice.
Ellen dared to look up, from her belly, half buried in the sand, into which it seemed she would crawl, as though to hide.
Her fingers dug into the sand, at the sides of her head.
It was Selius Arconious! "Perhaps you are right," said the scribe.
"I myself was inclined to be lenient, though I suppose the liar's brand would be appropriate for her".
Ellen dug her fingers into the sand, in terror.
"I did, as doubtless did we all, enjoyed her performance, and that should count for something, I suppose," said the scribe, "and I, besides, upon reflection, am inclined to grant that she may not have fully understood her latent talents in the matter".
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )