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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

How they laughed and talked to one another! How vital they seemed! We had to work the next day! Why did they not go to sleep? One would sing or hum to herself. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #211)
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15 211 How they View more quotes about laughed">laughed and talked to one another! How vital they seemed! We had to work the next day! Why did they not go to sleep? One would sing or hum to herself.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 208 I screamed with rage, and taking up handfuls of dirt, hurled it against the interior walls of the shed, within which I was locked.
15 209 At the third or fourth hour of the morning, one by one, the girls, their silks now removed, would be returned to the shed.
15 210 How stimulated they seemed, how untired.
15 211 How they laughed and talked to one another! How vital they seemed! We had to work the next day! Why did they not go to sleep? One would sing or hum to herself.
15 212 Another would cry out some name, that of a tarnsman, to herself with pleasure.
15 213 "Ah, Rim," she would cry out, twisting in the darkness, "I am truly your slave!" I pounded my fists in the dirt, angry.
15 214 But they would be exhausted in the morning! In the morning they would be miserable enough! In the morning Ute would almost have to use whips to rout such lazy girls out of the shed! I was pleased no one wanted me.
I screamed with rage, and taking up handfuls of dirt, hurled it against the interior walls of the shed, within which I was locked. At the third or fourth hour of the morning, one by one, the girls, their silks now removed, would be returned to the shed. How stimulated they seemed, how untired. How they laughed and talked to one another! How vital they seemed! We had to work the next day! Why did they not go to sleep? One would sing or hum to herself. Another would cry out some name, that of a tarnsman, to herself with pleasure. "Ah, Rim," she would cry out, twisting in the darkness, "I am truly your slave!" I pounded my fists in the dirt, angry. But they would be exhausted in the morning! In the morning they would be miserable enough! In the morning Ute would almost have to use whips to rout such lazy girls out of the shed! I was pleased no one wanted me. - (Captive of Gor)