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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

the older man. 

 

"Lors! Let me look at you! It's been eons since Thista! Jela's fair 

dying to get her hands on you again." He winked at Lors. "And I imagine 

you are, too." 

 

"She's here?" A ray of panic touched him and he hoped that it didn't 

show. 

 

"Not that I know of, unless a ship came in. The last I heard, she was 

waiting for a ship to take her off the base on Mars. She swears she'll 

get you this time, or she's going back home to find an old mushshell 

gatherer." 

 

Lors laughed with Zark, who released him to pull a flask of wine from 

his desk. As he poured two tumblers of the milk-white wine, he winked at 

the young spacer. 

 

"From the home planet," he grinned. "Mallowine. I'll wager you haven't 

tasted it in a long time." 

 

"Not since Thista," Lors assured him, accepting the tumbler. He held up 

the glass for a toast. "To you, sir, and your daughter. May she be saved 

from marrying a mushshell gatherer." 

 

Commander Zark chuckled and they drank, the soft, mellow taste of the 

wine lingering fondly in their mouths long after the drink had found its 

way into their stomachs. 

 

"Now then, Lors. Tell me what that fool of an Imry did to you." 

 

He told the Commander everything, watching the older man nod his head 

from time to time, the stubby fingers of his hands forming a pyramid 

before his lips as he slumped in his chair. Lors left nothing out, 

except his love for Beth Danson. He couldn't bring himself to tell about 

that. When he had finished, Commander Zark's eyes were hot with angry 

indignation. 

 

"I'll see that Imry cannot get a command on a planet with a pure ammonia 

atmosphere for this trick! I'll see him tortured by Thistians!" The old 

man stopped his tirade as quickly as he had begun it. "You know what 

this means, Lors?" 

 

"I'm afraid to guess." 

 

"The wrecked scout ship can be covered up easily enough because of the 

Terran politics; they always arrange it so that one branch of government 

has no idea of what the other branches are doing. We'll have some of our 

men in Washington mumble in their beards about experimental aircraft 

until everyone is taken from the scene except our people. Then we'll 

have the ship taken somewhere, ostensibly to be studied, and they'll all 

forget it. 

 

"But these Terrans are another matter. If they can get their people to 

listen to them, we're in trouble..." 

 

"Perhaps," Lors said softly, "if they were believed, it would speed up 

our relations with the Terran governments." 

 

Zark shook his grey head. "No. They aren't ready yet. They're still in 

such a fluctuating state that half the population believes in witchcraft 


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