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I could not forget his smile. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #336)

One of the men, one of two in the garb of a professional mover, looked down at me and smiled. I looked quickly away. Then again I was not noticed. I could not forget his smile. I wondered if these men had occasionally heard such tiny sounds before, such inadvertent little noises, almost piteous, almost pleading, in their way, from other women—perhaps situated as was I to one side, similarly ignored. I felt an urge to put the cup aside, tear off the towel, cry out, and put my body naked, prone, prostrate, to the cool tiles before them, at their feet. I wondered what the tiles would feel like against me, against my breasts, my belly, my thighs. - (Kajira of Gor)