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But, alas, how can one's slave be satisfied, as in the lament of so many women of my world, where one has no master? I was confident that I might exploit the ignorance, the weakness, of those unfamiliar with the nature of Gor. Could I not win for myself, with a smile, a tear, a word, a frown, an easy life? But I was unsure of these things, for much here seemed paradoxical, the nature of she who had bargained for me, and bought me, and the nature of he who was her agent, and had claimed me in her behalf. I was being carried with all the gentleness and courtesy of a free woman. Had I not seen free women standing as though forlorn before tiny lakes of drainage water and mud at intersections, until a suitable male approached, alert to her seeming distress, to whom she granted the daring privilege of carrying her to safety on the other side of the street? I supposed he knew what was occurring. I hoped so. There is a timing in such matters. Sometimes one had to circle a block in order to strand oneself opportunely. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter )