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One who found Wasnapohdi in his arms, I thought to myself, would indeed be one who had found much. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 54, Sentence #224)

"Are you pleased with your new master?" I asked. "Oh," she cried, breathlessly, rapturously, "he is my master! He is my master! For years, in my heart, I have known I belonged to him! Now, at last, I am his legal slave! He is so strong with me, and perfect! I am so happy!" Her new master was a lad of the Napoktan, some two years her senior, Waiyeyeca, "One-Who-Finds-Much," who, long ago, had once owned her when they were both children. He was now a fine young warrior and she a needful, curvaceous slave. One who found Wasnapohdi in his arms, I thought to myself, would indeed be one who had found much. "I was so fearful that he would not buy me," she said. "I was fearfully overpriced by Grunt, my former master!" "What did you bring?" I asked. I already knew, of course. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)