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Had she knelt at the bars, knees thrust through, her body, her face, tear-stained, pressed against them, arms extended, letting her arms be switched for the mere chance of possibly touching the guard's body, then, perhaps, she would have been hot enough. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #284)

"Sell me! Sell me!" A guard struck his leather switch against the bars before her face, and she fled back within the enclosure. "She is not yet hot enough for the block," I said. "No," said Samos. Had she knelt at the bars, knees thrust through, her body, her face, tear-stained, pressed against them, arms extended, letting her arms be switched for the mere chance of possibly touching the guard's body, then, perhaps, she would have been hot enough. Girls are often sent trembling, burning with passion, to the block. Many times I have seen them, on their feet, shudder and tremble at the auctioneer's slightest touch. Sometimes, unseen by the buyers, they are aroused at the foot of the block, but not satisfied. - (Tribesmen of Gor)