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LESSON-4.2
LESSON-5.1
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LESSON-6.1
LESSON-6.2
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LESSON-7.3
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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

something." 

 

Sam suddenly slammed his fist on the table and several textbooks danced. 

"John," he exploded. "You _know_ what this means, don't you? If the 

professor's right, and this gibberish on this chunk of metal _isn't_ an 

Earth language, then we got problems! You know what we got up there? We 

got a Flying Saucer! A space ship!" 

 

"Oh, my God, Sam cut it out! I don't believe in the damned things, I 

refuse to." 

 

Sam snickered. "It looks to me as though you haven't any choice in the 

matter. It's like refusing to believe in a Ford V-8; it don't make any 

difference whether you believe it or not, it's there." 

 

"Jesus," Cartwell said softly. 

 

"And that isn't the payoff. We didn't find a body in the wreckage. 

Unless that ship traveled by remote control, it had a pilot who is 

wandering around the country right now. I can see it now. A wounded 

little green man running around trying to hitch a ride back to Mars. 

It'd be funny if it wasn't so damned serious." 

 

Cartwell nodded at his partner. "We'd better get back up there to the 

site. Maybe the air search or the rescue squads picked something up. 

Coming, Brice?" 

 

Nolan forced a grin. "With little green men running around?" Then he 

became serious. "I'll be up a little later. I have something to do down 

here." 

 

Morgan snorted as they headed for the door. "See if you can locate a 

Buck Rogers ray gun. We might need it." 

 

They went back to their cars and Nolan Brice wedged himself behind the 

wheel but he didn't start the engine. He sat there, instead, watching 

the Government men drive off down the street, his mind whirling with a 

million jangling thoughts that tore through him viciously. Flying 

saucers, Martians, little green men! The whole damned thing was 

impossible, ridiculous... 

 

But true. A man just couldn't sit down and say "I refuse to believe in 

lightning." It didn't make sense. You had to believe what your mind told 

you ... and his mind was telling him wild things. 

 

It all fit. Hell, it fit with a perfection that was absolutely 

fantastic, but crazy enough to be the truth. Nick Danson, commercial 

artist, disappeared thirteen months ago and every police agency in the 

country can't locate him. It was as if the earth had opened and 

swallowed him; but it hadn't been the earth, it had been the sky. _They_ 

had done it ... the Martians, or whatever the hell they were. 

 

Why? Why steal a Terran? 

 

To replace him? To send an alien being down to take the place of the 

Terran they had stolen. That took care of the confusion the watch had 


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