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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

One might even, in seeming to stumble, kick dirt upon one in passing, an accident pertaining to which a free woman might legitimately express regret, or even, less pleasantly, trip against them, and then execrate them for being in one's way, or such. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #214)
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41 214 One View more quotes about might">might even, in seeming to stumble, kick dirt upon one in passing, an accident pertaining to which a free woman might legitimately express regret, or even, less pleasantly, trip against them, and then execrate them for being in one's way, or such.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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41 211 Even free, they were women; and how much more a woman they would be in a collar! I recalled that long ago, on my former world, that I had felt the desire to throw myself to my knees before him, but I had turned, and fled away, in consternation.
41 212 Had I been a free woman it would have been easy enough to call myself to their attention.
41 213 Might not the hem of a robe brush a foot? One might even loosen a sandal strap, and request its adjustment, that one need not bend down or go to one's knee in public, unthinkable for a free woman.
41 214 One might even, in seeming to stumble, kick dirt upon one in passing, an accident pertaining to which a free woman might legitimately express regret, or even, less pleasantly, trip against them, and then execrate them for being in one's way, or such.
41 215 Doubtless there are thousands of ways in which a woman may call herself to the attention of a man, even if one is an exalted free woman.
41 216 After all, beneath all their veils and robes, they, too, are women.
41 217 To be sure, few of these subtle stratagems, so to speak, would be at my disposal.
Even free, they were women; and how much more a woman they would be in a collar! I recalled that long ago, on my former world, that I had felt the desire to throw myself to my knees before him, but I had turned, and fled away, in consternation. Had I been a free woman it would have been easy enough to call myself to their attention. Might not the hem of a robe brush a foot? One might even loosen a sandal strap, and request its adjustment, that one need not bend down or go to one's knee in public, unthinkable for a free woman. One might even, in seeming to stumble, kick dirt upon one in passing, an accident pertaining to which a free woman might legitimately express regret, or even, less pleasantly, trip against them, and then execrate them for being in one's way, or such. Doubtless there are thousands of ways in which a woman may call herself to the attention of a man, even if one is an exalted free woman. After all, beneath all their veils and robes, they, too, are women. To be sure, few of these subtle stratagems, so to speak, would be at my disposal. - (Smugglers of Gor)