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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

Why then should you wish to outdo her, to demean and hurt her, and, in a sense, steal from her? Drusus Andronicus may be fond of her, and she may care for him, and you, supposedly her friend, to assuage your jealously, to soothe your wounded vanity, would gratuitously intrude yourself between them? What if Drusus Andronicus had succumbed to your fraudulent overtures? What then of Paula, who cares for you, of Paula, your friend?" "I did not think of her," I said. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #302)
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52 302 Why then should you wish to outdo her, to demean and View more quotes about hurt">hurt her, and, in a sense, steal from her? Drusus Andronicus may be fond of her, and she may care for him, and you, supposedly her friend, to assuage your jealously, to soothe your wounded vanity, would gratuitously intrude yourself between them? What if Drusus Andronicus had succumbed to your fraudulent overtures? What then of Paula, who cares for you, of Paula, your friend?" "I did not think of her," I said.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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52 299 "I had not known until then what a vain, petty, worthless slut you were.
52 300 Paula is your friend.
52 301 She feels for you, is concerned for you.
52 302 Why then should you wish to outdo her, to demean and hurt her, and, in a sense, steal from her? Drusus Andronicus may be fond of her, and she may care for him, and you, supposedly her friend, to assuage your jealously, to soothe your wounded vanity, would gratuitously intrude yourself between them? What if Drusus Andronicus had succumbed to your fraudulent overtures? What then of Paula, who cares for you, of Paula, your friend?" "I did not think of her," I said.
52 303 "You thought only of yourself," he said, "and your pride".
52 304 "Yes, Master," I said.
52 305 "Had you many friends on the Slave World?" he asked.
"I had not known until then what a vain, petty, worthless slut you were. Paula is your friend. She feels for you, is concerned for you. Why then should you wish to outdo her, to demean and hurt her, and, in a sense, steal from her? Drusus Andronicus may be fond of her, and she may care for him, and you, supposedly her friend, to assuage your jealously, to soothe your wounded vanity, would gratuitously intrude yourself between them? What if Drusus Andronicus had succumbed to your fraudulent overtures? What then of Paula, who cares for you, of Paula, your friend?" "I did not think of her," I said. "You thought only of yourself," he said, "and your pride". "Yes, Master," I said. "Had you many friends on the Slave World?" he asked. - (Plunder of Gor)