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As he was rowing he was facing me, naturally, and the closer shore. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #313)

Please show me mercy!" He then scooped me up, lightly, and carried me to one of the nearby small boats, one with two oars, and put me on my back, roughly, on the boards, at the bottom of the boat. The lower part of my body would then be between his feet, and partly under his seat. He must then have freed the boat from its mooring, for he was wading beside it, thrusting it into the river, and then he entered the boat, took his seat, freed the oars, set them in place, and began to row. As he was rowing he was facing me, naturally, and the closer shore. He could not see where the small craft was going without turning about. I, on the other hand, as I was situated, might I struggle to a sitting position, could see around him to the opposite shore. I tried to struggle up a bit, to see, but his foot pressed me back to the boards. - (Smugglers of Gor)