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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

ramming it up your ass, plate by plate..." 

 

Danson broke off suddenly, unable to continue his wild tirade. He sat 

there on the edge of the bunk, his face a livid white, with the 

cigarette dangling from his lips. His left eye closed against the bite 

of the smoke and his jaws knotted as he stared at the wall. 

 

"All finished," Lors demanded quietly. 

 

Danson grunted. "Yeah. Yeah, ace, I'm all finished. In a way, I'm sorry 

... but it felt good. I've wanted to get all that off my chest for a 

long time." 

 

"I can see your position, Danson," Lors told him. "I know what you've 

been through, but I can't do anything about it. I follow orders." 

 

Danson grinned. "Who're you trying to kid, pal. You got Commander Zark's 

daughter eating out of the palm of your hand. Hell, I'll bet you pull 

more strings around this ship than a puppeteer." 

 

"I've underestimated you, Danson," Lors told him in a soft voice. "You 

have an interesting mind. Quite a grasp." 

 

Danson snorted again. "You guys aren't the sharpest people in the world. 

I will give you a bit of advice, for free. You better either return me 

to earth, or kill me. In another thirteen months, I'll figure out a way 

to blow this hulk into a million pieces." 

 

"I doubt that," Lors mused. 

 

"Go ahead and doubt it, but you'd better keep the powder magazine under 

double guard. And while you're at it, you better have the boys be 

careful of what they say around me, since I know the lingo." 

 

"How many Spacers have you talked to?" Lors asked. "How many of them 

know how intelligent you are?" 

 

Danson shrugged. "Why?" 

 

"Just wondered." 

 

Nick Danson looked at him narrowly. "You have something on your mind, 

Lors?" 

 

"Maybe. Right now, I'll keep it to myself. Until then, keep your mouth 

shut about how smart you are. A weapon, Nick, is only useful when the 

enemy doesn't know how well it will work. When they know, a 

counter-weapon can be made." Lors moved to the door. "I'll be back, 

probably," he said and went out into the corridor, leaving the Terran to 

ponder on what he had said. 

 

The guard snapped to attention, then handed Lors his auto-pistol. The 

Firstspacer slipped it into the holster and snapped the flap. Then he 

walked rapidly toward Firstspacer Thesa's quarters with the germ of an 

idea filtering and dancing through his mind. 

 

It wasn't a complete idea, but it certainly was a wild one. The chances 

of its working were about a thousand to one, but if it did things might 

work out. 

 

He hoped so. 

 

He reached the door of Thesa's quarters and jerked it open. His fingers 


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