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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

 

"It's not so bad." 

 

"No?" 

 

"No. You'll probably be going back to the home planet now." 

 

"I can't go back," Lors mused. "I have to stay and see this through. 

It's personal, now." 

 

"Personal?" Narvi was clearly puzzled. "What can be personal about a 

Spacer and an alien race?" 

 

He looked at his friend levelly. "I can't leave this planet, Narvi, 

because of Beth Danson. I'm in love with her." 

 

"Love!" Narvi exploded. 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

 

 

In the heavy silence that followed, the two men stared at one another. 

Lors regarded his friend with matter-of-fact calmness, but Narvi's mouth 

was open in astonishment. The situation wasn't covered in the manual. 

 

"Love," Narvi choked finally. "With an alien? You must be joking." 

 

"I'm serious." 

 

"That blow on the head must have been solid as a rock." 

 

Thesa just stared, without speaking. 

 

"Beth is a wonderful woman and I'm in love with her. If the blow on the 

head did that ... well then, I'm glad the ship cracked up." 

 

"But, Lors! She's an alien! It's like a farmer, falling in love with his 

stock! It's crazy! You couldn't live on this planet the rest of your 

life, and she couldn't live with you!" 

 

Lors shrugged. 

 

"What about Jela," Narvi demanded swiftly. 

 

He didn't answer him. Memories of the blond woman with the trim ankles, 

the slim waist and the large breasts floated back to him; memories of 

the many evenings they'd shared walking along the sand under the stars. 

He sat there fingering the thoughts as they rolled past, without feeling 

anything. He was aware, finally, that Narvi was speaking to him. 

 

"... know how you feel, Lors, but forget it. You could never work 

anything out. Go on back to Jela and forget about this alien. It doesn't 

matter how wonderful she is; probably nothing short of killing her 

husband would gain her for you." 

 

Lors smiled thinly. "We can do that, too." He paused and looked 

thoughtful for a moment "What did Imry do with Danson?" 

 

"Nothing. He lives better than most spacers. Since we are minus prisons 

on starships, Imry installed him in your quarters, under guard, of 

course. Commander Zark hasn't been able to figure out what to do with 

him, yet. That's what he wants to talk to you about." 

 

"Have you a scout ship here?" Lors asked. 

 

"Certainly. We use them to make reports. The Terrans would pick up the 

radio waves otherwise." 

 

"How about a uniform?" 

 

"You can borrow one of Thesa's. You'd never get into one of mine." 

 

"Fine. As soon as I'm properly attired, we'll go see Zark." Grinning at 

Narvi, Lors followed Thesa into the bedroom for the uniform. 


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