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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Were we the less women for our needs, our passion, our attractiveness, our beauty, our desire to love, and serve? I did not think so. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 46, Sentence #70)
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46 70 Were we the less women for our needs, our passion, our attractiveness, our beauty, our desire to love, and serve? I did not think so.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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46 67 They would see me as worthless and despicable, as no more than another of the smaller, weaker, softer, more feminine women they despised, women whose wrists seemed made for slave bracelets, whose necks seemed made for the collar.
46 68 Men do not hate women such as I, but Panther Women, for some reason, do.
46 69 Why should that be? It is not our fault if men prefer us to women who are large, ill-tempered, cruel, belligerent, and gross, whose bodies might not interest a tharlarion.
46 70 Were we the less women for our needs, our passion, our attractiveness, our beauty, our desire to love, and serve? I did not think so.
46 71 Surely we had a right to exist, even though we were the sort men would buy and sell, the sort men fought to bring to the block.
46 72 No, I knew enough now of Panther Women to avoid them.
46 73 If I were not killed, I would be beaten for my beauty, if it were that, and then sold, if only for a sack of arrow points.
They would see me as worthless and despicable, as no more than another of the smaller, weaker, softer, more feminine women they despised, women whose wrists seemed made for slave bracelets, whose necks seemed made for the collar. Men do not hate women such as I, but Panther Women, for some reason, do. Why should that be? It is not our fault if men prefer us to women who are large, ill-tempered, cruel, belligerent, and gross, whose bodies might not interest a tharlarion. Were we the less women for our needs, our passion, our attractiveness, our beauty, our desire to love, and serve? I did not think so. Surely we had a right to exist, even though we were the sort men would buy and sell, the sort men fought to bring to the block. No, I knew enough now of Panther Women to avoid them. If I were not killed, I would be beaten for my beauty, if it were that, and then sold, if only for a sack of arrow points. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 46)