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Now that the feast was in progress, I felt I might slip away, unnoticed. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #176)

I supposed that free women speculated that private dinners amongst free men, to which they were not invited, were often so served. Let the mother, the aunt, the sister, and such, familiar with a son's, a nephew's, or a brother's quiet, refined, demure, tastefully attired slave not speculate on how she serves his guests at a private party nor, more interestingly, what occurs later at his slave ring. I went behind the screen, where the slaves were preparing to continue serving. Now that the feast was in progress, I felt I might slip away, unnoticed. Alcinoë was standing at the edge of the serving table. She was lovely in the lamplight. She turned, to look at me. - (Mariners of Gor)