"14 - Fighting Slave of Gor v2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norman John)

"You are a rude and hateful person," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said. I then considered how she might look in a market.

At last she turned to face me, angrily. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I was considering how you might look on a slave block," I said, "being exhibited by an auctioneer who knew his business."

"How dare you say such a thing!" she cried.

"You asked me what I was thinking," I said.

"You needn't have told me," she said.

"You would prefer dishonesty?" I asked.

"You are the most hateful person I have ever met," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

She walked angrily to confront me, but then she looked away.

"I do not see any cabs," she said.

"No," I said.

She turned to face me.

"Was I pretty?" she asked.

"When?" I asked.

"In your imagination," she said, archly.

"Sensational," I said.

She smiled. "How was I dressed?" she asked.

"You were exhibited naked," I told her, "as women are sold."

"Oh," she said.

"If it is any comfort," I said, "your wrists were joined by a long length of chain. The auctioneer showed you off with a whip."

"With a whip?" she asked, shuddering.

"Yes," I said.

"Then I would have had to obey him, wouldn't I?" she asked.