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I was conscious of her thigh at my cheek. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #65)

There were various rence growers gathered about, the men with their marsh spears. Almost at my side stood the blondish girl I had seen, she who had been primarily effectual in my capture, herself acting as the bait, the lure to which I had been drawn. She stood proudly beside me, straight, her shoulders back, her chin high, as does a free woman beside a miserable slave, naked and kneeling. I was conscious of her thigh at my cheek. Over her shoulder were slung the four birds she had caught in the marshes; their necks were now broken and they were tied together, two in front and two over her back. There were other women about as well, and, here and there, peering between the adults, I could see children. "He is either of Port Kar," she said, shifting the gants on her shoulder, "or he was intending to be of Port Kar. - (Raiders of Gor)