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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

We were hoping that you could help us get in touch with all the ground 

observing corps' branches; we'll use this office as a headquarters for 

operations." 

 

Nolan blinked, "What's up? An Air Force test plane down?" 

 

Cartwell shook his head. "We got a UFO report..." 

 

"A flying saucer?" Nolan was stunned. 

 

Cartwell chuckled and his partner grinned. "An Unidentified Flying 

Object does not necessarily constitute a space craft, Brice. But 

something was spotted off the Grand Banks, early this morning, going 

like hell and apparently out of control. We got our last sighting over 

Auburn, New York. We checked the observation posts around Everett and 

found that nothing was seen. We also checked Binghamton and Elmira, with 

a negative report. Since the object was on a southerly heading, when 

spotted near Auburn, we can only assume that it went down in the area 

between Everett and Auburn, and Binghamton and Elmira." 

 

Nolan gave a long low whistle. "Not one of ours, huh?" 

 

"No." 

 

"Canadian?" 

 

"Not at that speed." 

 

"That leaves the big one, then. Russian?" 

 

Cartwell shrugged. "Could be. If it is, we want the wreckage. No matter 

what it is, or whose it is, we are very interested in any aircraft that 

travels at speeds of fifteen to nineteen thousand miles per hour." 

 

Nolan whistled again. "That's rolling," he grinned. 

 

"Yeah," mused Sam Morgan, "and we'd kind of like to know what makes it 

roll like that." 

 

"Okay. Let's go into a huddle," Nolan said. "But I can tell you this. If 

the thing went down in north central Pennsylvania, it's in some pretty 

rugged country." 

 

"Great," Cartwell snarled. 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THREE 

 

 

The dream was of a woman. 

 

He was lying on a strangely made bed, the warm breezes of evening 

rolling in off the crashing sea and the woman stood in the ornate 

doorway that entered the bedroom. About him lay all manner of bright 

silks and strange colored cloths. The woman smiled and his eyes caressed 

her. 

 

Her hair was as gold as the noon sun and her eyes, lifting slightly at 

the outer corners, were as blue as the sea. Her lips petaled back over 

the white strength of her teeth and her fingers did strange things to 

make the flimsy robe drop from the rounded softness of her shoulders. He 

watched her walk, upon curvaceous legs, to the edge of the bed. For just 

a second, she smiled down at him. 

 

"Father is sleeping like a baby," she whispered. 

 

He felt himself talk: "Good." Then his fingers curled about the curve of 

her thigh. His fingers tightened and the crimson smile broadened; he 


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