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Somehow I wanted, desperately, doubtless dreadfully, for him to be pleased, genuinely pleased, with what he saw. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #508)

Would he now think me stupid? I hoped not. I did not think I was stupid. He then continued his scrutiny. Somehow I wanted, desperately, doubtless dreadfully, for him to be pleased, genuinely pleased, with what he saw. Was I "vital"? What could that possibly mean? How would I know if I were vital or not? Had he touched me, I think I would have cried out, in helplessness. I could not help it if I was vital! It was not my fault! I could not help it! And at that time, of course, I did not understand how such things could be brought about, even in those initially inert or anesthetic, how such things could be, and would be, suspected, discovered, revealed, and released, and then nurtured, and enhanced, and developed and trained, until they, beginning as perhaps no more than almost unfocused restlessnesses, could, and would, become fervent, soft, insistent claims, and then, in time, implacably, inexorably, desperate, irresistible, pitiless needs, needs overriding and overwhelming, needs over which one had no control, needs in whose chains one is utterly helpless. I knelt there, then, as they would have me kneel. - (Witness of Gor)