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| 17 | 69 | On my View more quotes about thighs">thighs I clenched my fists. |
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| 17 | 66 | He had merely had a brief encounter with a meaningless slave. |
| 17 | 67 | He had not recalled me. |
| 17 | 68 | I was nothing to him! Tears ran down my cheeks. |
| 17 | 69 | On my thighs I clenched my fists. |
| 17 | 70 | I wanted to scream with helplessness, futility, and rage. |
| 17 | 71 | Well then did I understand that I was marked, tunicked, and collared. |
| 17 | 72 | How I hated him, and all men, the masterful beasts who would take us in hand, own us, and do with us as they pleased! I stared after him, angrily, the callous brute, so tall and strong, with that easy, unhurried walk, the proud, high gaze before which men might take pause, the broad back, the narrow waist, the sturdy legs, that indifferent, cruel, magnificent lari of a man, to whom my feelings were nothing. |