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"Targo will be returning from his tea," said the girl to her left. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #171)

Certainly she feared to assume the provocative posture of a kneeling female, particularly one spread-kneed, with its devastatingly shocking acknowledgment of surrender, helplessness, bondage, and submission, and she feared, too, to lie down, facing forward, covering herself, for some might look upon her face, and see her fear, or, in puzzlement, or amusement, order her to reveal herself, even if they did not put her through slave paces, commanding her to perform on the shelf. But, if she turned about, and lay down, on her side, facing away, pretending to sleep, she knew that the posterior curves of her new figure would not be likely to pass unnoticed. She considered lying on her back, but that, too, to her helpless misery, would present a perspective perhaps even more likely to be relished by any hormonally normal male, even one of Earth, let alone the untamed men of Gor. "Targo will be returning from his tea," said the girl to her left. "I do not know where Barzak is. I think you had better be displaying yourself, and calling to buyers by then". "No, no!" said Ellen. - (Prize of Gor)