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There was only the laughter of the girls, the bubbling of the stream, the work, the blue sky and white clouds, the wind and the bending grass, clean air and, somewhere, the call of a tiny horned gim, the tiny purplish owl-like bird. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #526)

I knelt as they. I worked as they. There was no penthouse here, no Maserati, no wealth, no mighty buildings, no roar and drone of engines, no scream of planes, no clouds of choking smoke. There was only the laughter of the girls, the bubbling of the stream, the work, the blue sky and white clouds, the wind and the bending grass, clean air and, somewhere, the call of a tiny horned gim, the tiny purplish owl-like bird. I stopped working for a moment and took a deep breath. I was no longer angry. I felt the binding leather, in its double loop, tight against my body, tied at my right hip. - (Captive of Gor)