Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 477 | A locksmith might or might not possess a suitable key or keys for opening the cuff locks, but he might have, at least, tools, a file or hacksaw, which might eventually free me from the restraints. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 474 | Perhaps a second person might have managed something but my hands were so closely pinioned that I could scarcely angle a pin into a lock, let alone address one directly, and the nail file was too short, as I could hold it, to do more than rest on the metal, and my fingers were too weak to exert more than a modicum of pressure on the steel. |
| 1 | 475 | I looked at the phone. |
| 1 | 476 | Perhaps a locksmith could be relied upon for discretion, though I doubted it. |
| 1 | 477 | A locksmith might or might not possess a suitable key or keys for opening the cuff locks, but he might have, at least, tools, a file or hacksaw, which might eventually free me from the restraints. |
| 1 | 478 | But how could I receive a locksmith, clad as I was, armed with no excuse that might not border on the inane or transparently meretricious? Too, might he not suspect my motivations? Might he not even fear a fraud, a scandal or extortion, of some sort, a girl who might suddenly struggle and scream, this outburst followed promptly by the arrival of male colleagues, seemingly outraged, threatening, and righteous? Again I looked on the phone. |
| 1 | 479 | It seemed far away. |
| 1 | 480 | I felt weak, so weak. |
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Perhaps a second person might have managed something but my hands were so closely pinioned that I could scarcely angle a pin into a lock, let alone address one directly, and the nail file was too short, as I could hold it, to do more than rest on the metal, and my fingers were too weak to exert more than a modicum of pressure on the steel.
I looked at the phone.
Perhaps a locksmith could be relied upon for discretion, though I doubted it.
A locksmith might or might not possess a suitable key or keys for opening the cuff locks, but he might have, at least, tools, a file or hacksaw, which might eventually free me from the restraints.
But how could I receive a locksmith, clad as I was, armed with no excuse that might not border on the inane or transparently meretricious? Too, might he not suspect my motivations? Might he not even fear a fraud, a scandal or extortion, of some sort, a girl who might suddenly struggle and scream, this outburst followed promptly by the arrival of male colleagues, seemingly outraged, threatening, and righteous? Again I looked on the phone.
It seemed far away.
I felt weak, so weak.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 1)