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I wondered what it might be that we were waiting for. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #478)

I thought again of the woman who had frightened me so, she who had beaten on the side of the wagon. Certainly, as of now, at any rate, we were quite different sorts of women. I wondered at what the nature of the delay might be. I wondered what it might be that we were waiting for. We were not passengers, of course, who might inquire, perhaps impatiently, into the nature of delays, perhaps even demanding explanations; we were only animals, being shipped; we were cargo. I moved again to my side. I pulled again, a little, at those lovely, stern impediments of steel, linked together by a small sturdy chain, which held my wrists behind my back. - (Dancer of Gor)