“Are you a true man?” she said, petulantly, rising up on her knees.

“Are you a true man?” she said, petulantly, rising up on her knees.
I regarded her.
“Are you?” she challenged.
“You belong in a collar,” I said.
“Take me to a slaver’s!” she said. “See that I am put in one!”

Mercenaries of Gor, p. 633

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