Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 105 | Recoiling, dismayed, weeping with View more quotes about misery">misery, I spat it out, and then, hacking and coughing, half retching, continued to spit away whatever residue I could. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 102 | In a loose sense, it was edible. |
| 25 | 103 | It had been left by the tarsks, and this was not surprising. |
| 25 | 104 | Its bitterness was unbelievable. |
| 25 | 105 | Recoiling, dismayed, weeping with misery, I spat it out, and then, hacking and coughing, half retching, continued to spit away whatever residue I could. |
| 25 | 106 | I spat again and again into the ground. |
| 25 | 107 | I knew well what it was, for I had encountered a fluid, brewed from it, long ago, in my training. |
| 25 | 108 | I had been knelt, my hands tied behind me. |
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In a loose sense, it was edible.
It had been left by the tarsks, and this was not surprising.
Its bitterness was unbelievable.
Recoiling, dismayed, weeping with misery, I spat it out, and then, hacking and coughing, half retching, continued to spit away whatever residue I could.
I spat again and again into the ground.
I knew well what it was, for I had encountered a fluid, brewed from it, long ago, in my training.
I had been knelt, my hands tied behind me.
- (Smugglers of Gor)