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Gay, Bejeweled, Nazi Bikers of Gor
The part where I busted out laughing: "I remembered Doona, my slave, and her words: 'Are you not fulfilled, master?' I had been angry then, and later I had punished her muchly, making her copyedit all my accounts of Gor, to which she had wept muchly, for they were 3,449,461 words long not counting chapter headings or the latest installment."
The part where I busted out laughing: "I remembered Doona, my slave, and her words: 'Are you not fulfilled, master?' I had been angry then, and later I had punished her muchly, making her copyedit all my accounts of Gor, to which she had wept muchly, for they were 3,449,461 words long not counting chapter headings or the latest installment."