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| 7 | 81 | I twisted on the mat, unwilling to View more quotes about open">open my eyes, fearing to do so. |
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| 7 | 78 | "Surely you do not believe that was a real ship," I said. |
| 7 | 79 | "Surely you do not believe there is a world, Gor". |
| 7 | 80 | "Go to sleep, sweet Phyllis," she said. |
| 7 | 81 | I twisted on the mat, unwilling to open my eyes, fearing to do so. |
| 7 | 82 | The last thing I remembered was kneeling, in the cell, with the others, and being handed a small metal bowl, which I was to hold in both hands. |
| 7 | 83 | Few Gorean cups, I would learn, have handles. |
| 7 | 84 | Too, a slave's holding the cup in two hands not only affords greater stability, making it less likely that the drink might be spilled, which can be a punishable offense, but it is an aesthetic modality, as well, as it accentuates and frames the slave's beauty. |