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He had scorned me on the dock at Shipcamp, and I would scorn him here, but not, of course, to the extent of risking a beating. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #76)

I would not notice that of course. Then I would fasten the disrobing loop, slowly, modestly, carefully. I wished that he whom I hated might be on shore, watching me, not that it made any difference to me. He had scorned me on the dock at Shipcamp, and I would scorn him here, but not, of course, to the extent of risking a beating. I had apparently lost consciousness shortly after hearing certain words, following which I had sensed, rather as though I might be somewhere else, that the sleen had not attacked me, that it might have been soothed, that it might now be gone. Certainly I no longer felt the heat of its breath on my back, nor was I any longer half- choked in the stifling reek of it, emanating from that deep, cavernous, fanged maw. Then clearly the beast had been pacified, and was being fed. - (Smugglers of Gor)