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| 22 | 421 | Too, this View more quotes about sort">sort of thing, a trickle of ka-la-na on the vessel, is not that uncommon in pouring. |
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| 22 | 418 | Indeed, there is no escape for any Gorean slave girl! There is nowhere to run, nowhere to go. |
| 22 | 419 | We continue to wear our collars at the pleasure of men. |
| 22 | 420 | And they do not free us! They keep us as they want us, as what we are, their slaves! She felt moisture on the side of the pitcher she carried, and she recalled, too, that a little ka-la-na had run from the lip of the pitcher to its side, and onto her hip. |
| 22 | 421 | Too, this sort of thing, a trickle of ka-la-na on the vessel, is not that uncommon in pouring. |
| 22 | 422 | She put one finger to the side of the vessel and found the arrested trickle of wine. |
| 22 | 423 | Looking about, and determining to her satisfaction that no one was looking, she put the tip of her finger to the trickle, and then lifted her finger to her lips, and tongue. |
| 22 | 424 | Her eyes widened. |