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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

She did not know where he had gone, doubtless about his business, perhaps in one of the tents of the camp. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #511)
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22 511 She did not View more quotes about know">know where he had gone, doubtless about his business, perhaps in one of the tents of the camp.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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22 508 For example, genetically, she desired to render obeisance to men; on Gor she had learned certain conventional ways in which this might be done, such as the first and second positions of obeisance.
22 509 When Ellen had served the fellow his wine, pouring evenly, carefully, she straightened up and looked back to the other group, sitting about its fire.
22 510 Mirus was no longer there.
22 511 She did not know where he had gone, doubtless about his business, perhaps in one of the tents of the camp.
22 512 She looked about herself, to see if others were about who might desire her service.
22 513 She saw another slave, such as herself, some yards away, stripped, her skin partly illuminated in the firelight, also with one of the two-handled, red-figured pitchers, serving.
22 514 She is pretty, thought Ellen.
For example, genetically, she desired to render obeisance to men; on Gor she had learned certain conventional ways in which this might be done, such as the first and second positions of obeisance. When Ellen had served the fellow his wine, pouring evenly, carefully, she straightened up and looked back to the other group, sitting about its fire. Mirus was no longer there. She did not know where he had gone, doubtless about his business, perhaps in one of the tents of the camp. She looked about herself, to see if others were about who might desire her service. She saw another slave, such as herself, some yards away, stripped, her skin partly illuminated in the firelight, also with one of the two-handled, red-figured pitchers, serving. She is pretty, thought Ellen. - (Prize of Gor)