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Or would they too long to stand in a yellow circle, so displayed, knowing that they then must be women, and will be women, as men want them. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #88)

Could this be I? In the office, and in my former life, generally, in all of its quotidian commonplaces, in all of its prosaic routines, banalities, repetitions, and boredoms, it had never occurred to me that I might one day be standing naked on a wharf, on another world, a slave, goods, being sold. What would my friends, my luncheon friends, have thought, could they see this? Would they be horrified? I doubted it. I thought, rather, they would be amused, even delighted, thinking it a well-deserved fate for their doubtless resented, smartly dressed, pretentious, vain, snobbish, shallow luncheon fellow. Or would they too long to stand in a yellow circle, so displayed, knowing that they then must be women, and will be women, as men want them. I wondered how my employers might have reacted. I had seen them look at me. I suspected they might have been bid on me. - (Plunder of Gor)