Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
7
320
On a wooden spit, set on sticks, grease dropping into the fire and flaming, was a thigh of tabuk.
7
321
It smelled good.
7
322
The smoke, in a thin line, trickled upward into the sky.
7
323
The thigh of tabuk was tended by a squatting panther girl, who, from time to time, picked bits of meat from it and thrust them in her mouth.
7
324
She sucked her fingers clean.
7
325
Over to one side another girl worked on a slave net, reworking and reknotting the weighted cords.
7
326
Elsewhere two girls, sitting cross-legged, were playing a cat's-cradle game, matching one another's intricate patterns with the twine.
On a wooden spit, set on sticks, grease dropping into the fire and flaming, was a thigh of tabuk.
It smelled good.
The smoke, in a thin line, trickled upward into the sky.
The thigh of tabuk was tended by a squatting panther girl, who, from time to time, picked bits of meat from it and thrust them in her mouth.
She sucked her fingers clean.
Over to one side another girl worked on a slave net, reworking and reknotting the weighted cords.
Elsewhere two girls, sitting cross-legged, were playing a cat's-cradle game, matching one another's intricate patterns with the twine.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter )