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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

pulled and felt her resist him with maidenly demureness, but in the end 

she came to him. 

 

He felt the yielding firmness of her body pressing down into his on the 

bed and his arms furled about the softness that she offered. The warm 

cones of her breasts worked on the hardness of his chest and his mouth 

fused against hers in a passionate kiss. 

 

"Lors, Lors, darling. You've been gone so long." Her voice was a kitten 

purr in his ear, warm and gentle. 

 

"I'm back, Jela," he smiled, his hands caressing the lithe length of her 

body, folding her against him tightly. 

 

She moved away from him, rolling, tugging at him to respond, but he 

needed no encouragement. His body rolled with her, his arms pinning her 

to him tightly so that she could move nothing ... nothing but her legs, 

but then there was little need to move anything else... 

 

* * * * * 

 

The dream faded and he cursed, and tried to get back to sleep and the 

beautiful woman who awaited him. Sleep came, but the dream was gone. 

 

Andy, shaking his shoulder, woke him about sundown and Nick swung his 

legs off the cot and stood up. Still sleepy, he fingered the heavy 

stubble on his face and looked at the old man. 

 

"Y'kin use my razor t'chop off that beard, son," he said. "C'mon, get 

around now. Got soup and sandwiches ready an' some famous Hocum coffee." 

 

Nick straightened his wrinkled clothing, shaking the last remnants of 

weary fog from his brain. Andy went on talking to him and said something 

that woke Nick Danson up completely. 

 

"Yer buddies was here, couple o' hours ago, son." 

 

"What?" It was almost impossible to keep the surprise out of his face 

and voice. Andy didn't seem to notice anything wrong. 

 

"Th' fellers y'got drunk with. Wanted t'know if I'd seen any strangers 

on th' road. I said I hadn't, 'cause I figgered they might want t'slap 

y'around again." 

 

"Thanks, Andy." 

 

Who could possibly know about the plane crash? If the wreck _had_ been 

found, it would be the police asking questions, not two strangers. 

Somebody, somewhere, was searching for him. Who? And what did they want? 

 

Fingers of fear and worry flittered along his spine. 

 

When they had finished eating, Nick shaved, cleaned himself up and 

followed Andy out to where his car was parked. He found that he liked 

the old man, but under the circumstances conversation was difficult. The 

plane crash, for one thing, was a bit on the odd side. The burning 

wreckage, he recalled, had shown no signs of ever having had wings or a 

tail assembly. But that was probably minor; the wings could have been 


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