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That fearful moment, the interval of our interaction, brief but seemingly prolonged, which had seemed oddly fixed in time and space, must be swept away, and forgotten as soon as possible. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #45)

It could not be! Then, at last, frightened, I had turned, broken away, and hurried, indeed fled, between the counters, the goods, the shoppers, to the other side of the store. My haste, I fear, attracted attention. I gasped for breath. That fearful moment, the interval of our interaction, brief but seemingly prolonged, which had seemed oddly fixed in time and space, must be swept away, and forgotten as soon as possible. But I had been unable to forget. How could I forget those keen, dark, quiet eyes which had so surveyed me, seeing me as I had sensed I had never been seen before? Did he seem amused, that I might stand in his presence, presenting myself as though I might be a free woman? I suspected he knew better. Days I had spent, uneasy, distracted, ill at ease, remembering, struggling to brush aside the cruel insistencies of recollection; how often I censured myself for my misunderstandings, my foolishness. - (Smugglers of Gor)