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She went to its very height, and stood there, balanced, outlined against the sky, her hair shaken in the wind, her gown whipping about her body. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #268)

Then they were away. To be sure, how could he have hoped to make a catch when the girls were hidden by the laundry, protected by the lines, could take refuge under the racks, and such? Ellen was now on her knees amidst the lines, her hands lifted, as though she might fend away blows. Nelsa sped past her, laughing, and clambered to the height of the nearest undamaged rack. She went to its very height, and stood there, balanced, outlined against the sky, her hair shaken in the wind, her gown whipping about her body. "Clumsy oaf!" she screamed after the retreating rider. "Who taught you your work? Go home and play with vulos! You have the skill of a tharlarion!" "Come down!" called Laura. "Down with Treve!" cried Nelsa, shaking her fist after the rider in the distance. - (Prize of Gor)