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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

make and model of the plane, as well as the fate of its occupants. 

 

At present, the crash site has been roped off and placed under guard 

by local Militiamen. Only authorized personnel will be allowed to 

view the wreckage. Major Gilbert Donnoue, of the Air Force 

Experimental Wing, refused to make a statement as to whether the 

plane was of Air Force origin. "To my knowledge, we have lost no 

test planes. However, an extensive check will undoubtedly be run to 

verify this." 

 

Test plane? Nick stared in amazement at the words that leaped at him 

from the printed page. Test plane? What the hell was going on in this 

screwy world? No wings? No tail assembly? No Mayday calls? No record of 

the plane? The whole damned thing sounded ridiculous. Coupled with the 

fact that he had been out of touch for thirteen months, it all became 

weird. 

 

And to top it all off, Nolan Brice was one of the men who had been 

placed on the investigating staff at the crash scene. Suppose he, Nick, 

had left something at the scene ... a fraternity pin, a slip of paper 

... anything that would link the crash to the fact that he was alive and 

in Everett. The whole damned bunch would be on his tail, before you 

could say, "Jack Robinson." He... 

 

"Nick," Beth pouted. "Will you pay a little attention to me for a 

change?" 

 

"I'm sorry, honey, but it's the plane." While she listened he read the 

account aloud and, when he'd finished, they exchanged glances. "That's 

the plane I was in," he told her. 

 

"But you don't know how to fly." 

 

"I must know, unless someone else flew it. That's the plane I woke up 

beside. I must have been in the damned thing. But I don't know if anyone 

else was." He buried his face in his hands. 

 

"Nick. Should we call the police?" 

 

"No!" 

 

Alarmed at his violent outburst, she put her hand on his shoulder to 

comfort him. "All right dear. I'm sorry." 

 

"It'd been different, if those men weren't after me. I'd call the police 

if they weren't dogging my tracks. I'd turn myself in just to find out 

what the hell's going on." 

 

"Me too," she said softly. 

 

At first he didn't catch the meaning behind her words, then he blinked. 

"What?" He asked. 

 

"The car, the black one. It followed me to work this morning." She 

paused, then added, "It didn't follow me home though." 

 

Nick slammed the paper to the floor, his lean jaw muscles knotted in 

anger. "That settles it," he snapped. "I can face whatever I'm mixed up 

in, but there's no earthly reason why you should be subjected to it! 


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