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And I let myself, at this crucial moment, be distracted! I have lost my prey!" Lyris, from her side, put her head down, fearing to meet the eyes of her master. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #905)

Surtak removed his foot from the back of Lyris, scowled down upon her, and thrust her rolling to the side with his foot. "Worthless slave," he said, "your meaningless beauty distracted me. It could be mine at any time. And I let myself, at this crucial moment, be distracted! I have lost my prey!" Lyris, from her side, put her head down, fearing to meet the eyes of her master. Surely she could not be held accountable for the unperceived exit of Lucilius. Was it her fault that her form, and her wholeness, the whole of her, should so disturb, stimulate, provoke, and stir a male of her species, should bring about such mighty feelings, overwhelming and irresistible, of desire, lust, passion, and possessiveness? How was she to blame? Had these realities not been contrived in the innocent corridors of evolution, with no more thought or intention than the tides of Thassa or the orbits of worlds? But she, too, no less than he, was the product of these blind, inexorable processes. I suspect the complementarities of nature are not without explanation. - (Plunder of Gor)