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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

crazy. He wasn't Nick Danson ... he didn't know his name ... Brice 

vanished into thin air ... the two guys were dogging his tracks ... 

women came out of the woodwork to make love to him. What the hell else 

could possibly happen? 

 

Beth was staring at him. "You killed him," she breathed. 

 

"No, no! He vanished. He vanished ... honest to God, I never even came 

close to hitting him. I might as well have thrown rocks." 

 

"Men do not disappear into thin air," she said. 

 

"Listen, forget that for a minute. How'd he know I was here?" 

 

She sank wearily onto a chair and looked at him. "He found the watch I 

gave you a few years ago. It was lying at the crash site. He came to the 

office where I work and asked about you. I denied that I knew you were 

back and he began to yell at me about my life being in danger and that I 

should stay away from you until he had a chance to put a bullet into 

you. My God, Nick! What have you done?" 

 

"I dunno," he lied. Should he tell her that he was not her husband, that 

he didn't have the foggiest notion of who he was? He decided against it. 

"How'd he know where to find me?" 

 

She sighed. "He helped you build the place. Now where is he?" 

 

"Goddammit, Beth, I told you! How many times do I have to tell you that 

he vanished!" 

 

"Stop yelling at me!" 

 

"Then believe me! It happened! I saw it happen, and I wasn't seeing 

things! Go out and look. If you can find his body out there, I'll eat 

it." 

 

She uttered a little cry and came into his arms, holding him tightly. 

"Oh, darling, I want to believe you. I want very much to believe you; 

but men can't vanish." 

 

"Brice did." 

 

"All right. If you say he did. All right. Now what?" 

 

"I don't know. I have to think. I have to try and remember what happened 

to me. It's the only way that this crazy whirl will make sense, and it 

has to make sense. It has to." 

 

She nodded. "Let's go into the room. I want to be with you tonight. Let 

me have the gun, dear?" 

 

He stared at her, his jaws knotted. "You think I'm nuts, don't you? You 

think I'm crazy." 

 

"Darling, darling, of course not. But I wish you'd give me the gun." 

 

Resignedly he unstrapped the gun and gave it to her. He shrugged. "I 

don't blame you. Hell, I think I'm crazy too." 

 

She didn't argue the point. 

 

They both went into the front room and sat there staring into the ashes 

of the dead fireplace while dusk fell about the cabin. Finally Beth 

started the fire. When she had finished, she bent and kissed him. 

 

"Why don't we get some sleep, honey," she said. "That may help." 


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