I slipped the blade of my sword between the girl's cheek and the hair that was bound across her mouth.
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I moved it, and the hair, as lightly as though it had been air, floated from the blade.
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The girl fixed her eyes on Targo.
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"You fat, filthy urt!" she hissed.
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"Quiet, She-Tharlarion!" he said.
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"I don't think she's worth very much," I said.
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"Oh, Master," cried Targo, swirling his robes in disbelief that I could have uttered such a thought.
I slipped the blade of my sword between the girl's cheek and the hair that was bound across her mouth.
I moved it, and the hair, as lightly as though it had been air, floated from the blade.
The girl fixed her eyes on Targo.
"You fat, filthy urt!" she hissed.
"Quiet, She-Tharlarion!" he said.
"I don't think she's worth very much," I said.
"Oh, Master," cried Targo, swirling his robes in disbelief that I could have uttered such a thought.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )