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Then, wisely or not, but unable to help ourselves, we rushed to one another, they in the brief blue-and-yellow tunics, the Slaver's colors, the chain on their neck, joining them, and I. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #538)

I wanted to weep with elation. I jerked at the bracelets, holding my wrists behind me. The two of them regarded me, disbelievingly. Then, wisely or not, but unable to help ourselves, we rushed to one another, they in the brief blue-and-yellow tunics, the Slaver's colors, the chain on their neck, joining them, and I. They, too, had their small wrists pinioned behind their back, as was required of kajirae in the Vennan stadium. But, weeping, sobbing with joy, we kissed one another, I them, and they me, again and again. I realized, suddenly, that they, too, as I, did not have permission to speak. - (Conspirators of Gor)