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Surely they were superior to such embarrassing weaknesses. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #358)

Indeed, for years I had been taught to ignore my needs, to minimize them, to conceal them, to suppress them, even deny them. I must pretend to others that I was untroubled by such things, which were only to be found, if at all, in the lowest and most despicable of women. I feared I, in my discomforts and afflictions, might be unique amongst other young women of my acquaintance. Surely they were superior to such embarrassing weaknesses. Or were they lying to me, as I was lying to them? From whence, to one of my intelligence, education, refinement, class, and breeding, could come such thoughts? I thought of the history of a race. Somewhere within me could there be a weeping slave, yearning for her master? In any event, in my early weeks on Gor I was startled at the openness of my instructresses, eagerly discussing the attractions of the guards, the pleasures derived from their attentions, their joyful helplessness in the arms of one or another, their hopes, sometimes pathetic, of being summoned to this slave ring or that, their misery at being ignored, their plaintive agony if denied, for more than a day or two, a man's touch. Indeed, I saw one crawl on her belly to a guard, place his foot on her head, and beg to be caressed. - (Conspirators of Gor)