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LESSON-1-2
LESSON-3
LESSON-4.1
LESSON-4.2
LESSON-5.1
LESSON-5.2
LESSON-6.1
LESSON-6.2
LESSON-7.1
LESSON-7.2
LESSON-7.3
LESSON-8
LESSON-9
LESSON-10.1
LESSON-10.2
LESSON-11
LESSON-12
LESSON-13.1
LESSON-13.2
LESSON-14
LESSON-15.1
LESSON-15.2
Contraception
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1
CHAPTER-2-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18-19

and raging torrents of brown water in the spring. Lying on a sloping, 

flat rock he thrust his face into the stream and drank deeply, feeling 

the life flow from the water into the weariness of his body. He washed 

his face in it, splashing it over his head until his mind began to 

function with familiar clarity. 

 

But he still did not know who he was... 

 

When he tried to search backward into the past, he could see only the 

white flash and the darkness. It was frightening. It was as though 

someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut away the whole memory of 

his past life. He fumbled through his pockets, found the wallet and the 

cigarette lighter and began flipping through the cards with the help of 

the tiny lighter flame. 

 

An identification card labeled him Nicholas Howard Danson and stated 

that he lived at 2312 Weisman Drive, Everett, Pennsylvania. There was 

also a draft, social security and drivers license card. The others were 

membership certificates to various clubs and organizations. Finally 

there were several pictures of himself and a woman; in fact, there were 

a great many pictures of the woman. One was a portrait of her, 

inscribed, "love, Beth", which told him that she was either a girlfriend 

or his wife. 

 

Nick extinguished the light and put the wallet away. In his shirt pocket 

he found a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He shook one out, lit it and 

dragged the smoke down deep into his lungs while he pondered over his 

newly discovered self. 

 

Of course the proper thing to do would be to get to a phone, call the 

local authorities and explain the crash. The law would help him get home 

and check him out. That was the proper thing - but he wasn't about to 

do the proper thing. He was a stranger to himself. Who was he? What was 

he? He could well be outside the law, a criminal... Then what? Turn 

yourself in, Danson, he grimaced, and discover that you are wanted by 

the law for something? To hell with that. Get to this Beth woman and get 

some answers to a few questions before you bring in the law. 

 

Apparently no one had seen the crash. No one knew he was here. Perhaps 

it would be better to leave it like that until he had a chance to find 

out just what he was up against. 

 

He decided not to contact anyone. When it was light enough he would look 

for a ride to somewhere. At a gas station he could find out where he was 

and where Everett, Pennsylvania was. Then, by thumbing, he could get a 

ride to where he lived. If this Beth woman was his wife, she could fill 

him in. There was plenty of time to call the law. 


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