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I was grateful to him. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #50)

He would neither agree to be the same, as most, nor disagree merely to be different, as some. He would think for himself; he was such a man. And so, for whatever reason—whether he had understood and been forgiving of a slave's desperate concern to discover in what city she served, whether he had been tolerant of an Earth-girl slave's naive foolishness, whether he was fond in his rough way of her, and thought he would this time excuse her indiscretion, whether he had simply seen no point in punishing me, whether he thought the whole business beneath his attention, or perhaps simply, as I suspected, because he had other things to attend to, which more concerned him—he had not beaten me. I was grateful to him. I did not think him weak. If in his view I had truly merited a lashing, then, even if he were fond of me, as I suspected, I would have received it, and so, too, would have Fina, or any of the others. The pit master, as we have noted, had not been zealous in enforcing the edicts of the officer, he to whose compartments I had earlier been conducted, he whom I had served, he before whom I had danced, he who had several times made slave use of me, he at the side of whose couch, on the floor, on the tiles, with only a sheet to cover me, my head to its foot, I had been slept in a chain. - (Witness of Gor)