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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

They would get things squared away in a short while, but hell ... 

suppose I'm Public Enemy Number One, or something. Thirteen months! In 

thirteen months kings have been broken, dynasties crushed ... What had 

happened to him in the thirteen months that he had been out of touch? 

One thing he was sure of; he hadn't been laying around. In a stretch of 

time like that, he had worked, eaten, slept, loved ... Maybe he had 

married again! An almost comical thought, compared to the possibility 

that he could be a killer, a bank robber; there were a million things 

he could have done. 

 

A psychologist? Nope. That was out of the question, until he knew more 

about Nicholas Danson. And learning more about himself would be a real 

problem. The cabin that Beth had spoken of would probably show him 

nothing. After a period of a year, there would be damned little trail 

left to hunt along. There would be almost nothing. Whatever had been 

there, would have probably been sifted through by the guy, the 

detective, Nolan Brice. Brice! Of all the friends for him to have, he 

had to be saddled to Brice! He'd have to be real careful where that 

character was concerned because the slightest slip would set the cop on 

his trail like a blood hound. 

 

The crackup? Now there was something. He would always be stuck with the 

question of how he had managed to get out of that mangled mass of metal 

with merely cuts and bruises. But he could chalk that up to dumb luck, 

or something. The thing that worried him was had he left a clue that 

could trace him here? He had burned the flying suit ... he had tried to 

cover it up to Andy ... A lot of things about the smashed aircraft 

bothered him. Things like the flying suit; it had been made of strange 

material; but hell, he'd burned that thing. There would be no problem 

with that. 

 

Almost without realizing it, he found himself staring at the car that 

was parked on the other side of the street. The streetlight gleamed on 

the black paint of the Chevrolet sedan and he thought of what Andy had 

told him earlier about the men who had been interested in finding him. 

Looking at the car much closer, he could see the two men sitting in it. 

The knot of fear returned to his stomach when he saw the light shining 

on the driver's blond hair. 

 

The men from Andy's gas station! 

 

"Nick?" 

 

It was Beth. She had followed him down and he could see her framed in 

the doorway at the foot of the stairs. She had slipped into a nightgown 

that, in the moonlight, was more alluring than if she had been nude. She 


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