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Had I not, often enough, idly placed her there, in my thoughts, in my dreams? And perhaps she would glance apprehensively at the whip. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #327)

Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood. Yet there was little doubt in my mind that the prissy, inhibited, somewhat pretentious Miss Henderson, who was, all things considered, a very lovely female, might prove to be quite attractive as conjectured, say, kneeling naked at the foot of a man's couch, chained there to a slave ring, perhaps by the left ankle, or neck. Yes, I thought, yes, she might look very nice there. Had I not, often enough, idly placed her there, in my thoughts, in my dreams? And perhaps she would glance apprehensively at the whip. To be sure, it would be inappropriate to have her perform as a slave. She was from Earth. But I wondered how she might, trembling and fearing the leather, perform. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)