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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

CHAPTER SEVEN 

 

 

In the glow of the headlights, the car swallowed the road voraciously 

and they moved toward the north country - not, he noticed, on route 87. 

They had not been seen leaving the city, nor had they been seen packing 

the car. The garage had a door that led into the kitchen, and Nick had 

laid on the back seat floorboards until they were in the country. Now, 

sitting in the front seat, he wondered vaguely if Beth, in her joy at 

having him home, had given herself away to her friends. He hoped not. He 

glanced sidewise at her and noticed that she drove with a smile on her 

face. 

 

"Is it far to the cabin?" He asked. 

 

"Not now. We're almost to the turn off." 

 

He lapsed again into silence, the old questions still whirling about in 

his mind. Who were the men who were after him? What did they want? How 

much had the FAA learned of the plane? Had they found something to pin 

it on him? What were these tiny, fleeting thoughts that cropped up in 

his mind? Was his mind trying to tell him something via the nightmares? 

And what of his best friend, Nolan Brice. Where has he been? What is he 

up to? It struck Nick as odd that he had not encountered the detective 

yet: surely he and Beth had been close the past year. How close? Suppose 

Brice stumbled upon Andy Hocum. Would the old man talk? 

 

Feeling more helpless than he had ever felt in his life, at least the 

life he remembered, Nick stared at the road until Beth turned off on 

another road that was little more than a wagon track beside a small 

creek. A few minutes of bouncing over ruts and stones, and she turned 

off again, parking beside a grey, frame cabin. 

 

"Here we are, darling." 

 

They got out, each taking a box from the back seat, and Nick followed 

her up the stairs to the porch. Beth set her box down and found the key. 

A moment later the lock clicked and she shoved the door open. 

 

"Wait'll I find the light, Nick," she whispered. 

 

A moment later, the light snapped on and a soft glow filled the front 

room of the cabin. They took the boxes to the kitchen and set them on 

the table, then went back into the front room. Nick studied the place. 

 

He liked the room a lot; there was a rugged manliness in the stone 

fireplace and the knotty pine walls, mingled with just a touch of Beth's 

femininity to make it neat. All in all, it was a well laid out place. He 

was attracted to the oil paintings that hung about the walls. 

 

"Like it?" Beth asked. 

 

He nodded. 

 

"But it doesn't bring back any memories?" 

 

"No. Hell, honey, I can't even remember what I did for a living." 

 

She smiled sadly. "Want to see?" 


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