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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

 

He slipped the magnum into the holster and buckled the gunbelt about his 

waist, letting it hang a little on the right side. To hell with it, he 

thought. If those two characters show up now, at least I'll have an 

edge. He pulled five .44 Special slugs from the belt and loaded the 

weapon, being careful to see that the hammer hung on the empty chamber. 

Then he decided to see how good he was. 

 

Where the hill rose sharply for a small distance behind the house, Nick 

found a good area where he could test his marksmanship. He lined up five 

cans, a few feet apart, at the base of the rise and snapped off five 

fast shots at them as quick as the single action would operate. Either 

amnesia had nothing to do with a man's gun knowledge, or he was a 

natural. All five cans were blown to hell and sent skittering against 

the side of the hill. Stunned, but satisfied, he reloaded the revolver 

and dropped it back into the holster. 

 

He prowled the grounds about the cabin with the aimlessness of a man 

looking for something but not sure what. Beyond the lawn furniture and 

the shed that contained his tools, the only other interesting thing was 

the creek. A fast running little stream, barely a foot deep but filled 

with numerous little holes that bragged of trout. He walked along the 

gurgling water for a ways, then he went back to the house, still unsure 

of what to do. 

 

He went back to the cabin and shoved the door open and stopped dead! 

 

She was just like the painting. Her raven black hair hung loose and free 

while, beneath the scant confines of the shorts and halter, the warm 

flesh rose and fell temptingly. Nick stood there, unable to say a word. 

It was Janet and the light in her eyes made him wonder what kind of a 

guy he'd been more than ever. She gave a little gasp of pure pleasure 

and flung herself into his arms, planting the ripe sweetness of her lips 

squarely on his. 

 

"Janet," he managed, but she had a strangle hold on him. 

 


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