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In a moment I was standing with the others, in the dirt, in the open courtyard, near the foot of the descent ramp. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #127)

At the center point a man seized me by the hair and, to my acute distress, forced my head under the fluid. He held me there, under that terrible, foul, stinging, cold fluid, for a terrible second or two, and then released me. I then, moving forward, getting my feet under me, climbed stumbling, falling, splashing, up the end of the container, and pulled myself, at last, gratefully, onto the descent ramp. In a moment I was standing with the others, in the dirt, in the open courtyard, near the foot of the descent ramp. I was freezing. My teeth were chattering. I held my hands about myself, trembling with cold. - (Dancer of Gor)