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"I do not know!" I could certainly imagine myself kneeling before a Greek or Roman master, or a harnessmaker in Damascus, his Christian slave, in the 14th Century, or a Barbary prince, a captured, harem-silked English lady who had now had time to learn something of the touch of men, in the 19th, and doing so. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #654)

"Yes!" I said. "She begs use!" "That is not typical for a woman of Earth, is it?" he asked. "Doubtless those who have been taught bondage do," I said. "I do not know!" I could certainly imagine myself kneeling before a Greek or Roman master, or a harnessmaker in Damascus, his Christian slave, in the 14th Century, or a Barbary prince, a captured, harem-silked English lady who had now had time to learn something of the touch of men, in the 19th, and doing so. Indeed, I had wondered sometime if, in a former life, or lives, I might not have done so. The thought of this sort of thing, oddly enough, did not seem unfamiliar to me. To be sure, I have deep and urgent female needs, and had had them, even on Earth. - (Dancer of Gor)