Gor Visits Caledon

I was sitting in Chez Jameson, in Caledon Downs, enervated by the day's heat and attempting to restore a semblance of humanity by sipping a cool gin and tonic when motion in my peripheral vision caught my attention. I looked, then looked again, as I was not prepared to believe my eyesight the first time.

But, indeed, I had not been deceived: a young Gorean lady was walking through the Downs. I almost asked if she was lost, but the heat, the comfortable chair, and the beverage all conspired to restrain my manners.

She seemed harmless enough, if a bit underdressed. For a moment I wondered if this was the long-awaited Gorean retaliation for the Jameson girls' adventure in Gor-land. It seemed unlikely. She passed, and I returned to silent contemplation.