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Then she, the one with a handful of the evening dress, cried out, turning angrily, and then she and the other began to push and shove at one another. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #285)

The woman in the muchly torn gown cried out, "No, I am first, I will be first, me, me!" and began to strike at the rolling pair with her small fists. Almost at the same time one of the young women in jeans and a sweatshirt seized the remains of the woman's gown, trying to pull her away from the others, and the woman cried out in dismay, half stripped, left with little but shreds of her garment. "Let them fight!" said the other woman who wore jeans and a sweatshirt, reaching out to impede the other, she who had interfered, who still held a piece of the evening dress in her hand. Then she, the one with a handful of the evening dress, cried out, turning angrily, and then she and the other began to push and shove at one another. "Stop! Please, stop!" cried Paula. But Paula's protests were unavailing. I kept my head down, to the floor of the cell. - (Plunder of Gor)