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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

wall." 

 

"He isn't out of his mind, is he?" 

 

"I don't think so, but he has had a tremendous strain and shock. It'll 

take awhile. He isn't of the same structure as the other one." 

 

Lors sighed wearily. "I'll see what I can do with him. Commander Zark 

has plans for him." 

 

"Another switch?" The doctor made no attempt to cover his disgust over 

the idea. 

 

"An accident, I believe." 

 

"From bad to worse, huh?" 

 

Lors didn't answer him. He merely made a motion with his hand for the 

doctor to show him where the Terran was being kept. Doctor Zuloe nodded 

and pointed toward a door at the far end of the ward. A blue uniformed 

spacer stood guard before the door. He clicked his heels as Lors 

approached. 

 

"I want to see the Terran, spacer," Lors said briskly. 

 

The spacer nodded and opened the door. Lors stepped inside and listened 

to the lock click into place behind him. 

 

Nolan Brice was seated on the edge of the bed staring at the wall, but 

Lors did not believe that he was in a state of shock. He had the knotted 

jaws of a man who is firmly determined to betray nothing to his captors. 

He sat there with his fingers laced together, hanging between his knees, 

his clothing rumpled and hanging loose from his broad frame. 

 

"Nolan?" 

 

Brice swung his eyes to the Firstspacer, the muscles of his jaws 

working. "I'll kill you," he said, with a horrible softness in his 

voice. 

 

"Nolan. Listen, I'm here to help you." 

 

"You've done a lot of helping, spaceman. I know what you want. Earth." 

 

"Don't be silly. I want to help you and Danson to get back home..." 

 

"I don't need you!" 

 

"Shut up and listen. I'm risking my neck coming in here to help you, so 

you damned well better follow orders. In a minute I'm going to call that 

guard in here, and we're going to borrow his uniform. Then we'll head 

for a scout ship and get you to hell back to Terra. Will that suit 

you?" 

 

"This is some kind of trick..." 

 

"Do you want to go, or stay here," Lors demanded coldly. "I don't have 

time to lecture you. I'll leave that up to your friend, Danson." 

 

"Play it your way, spaceman," Brice said tightly. 

 

"Okay." Lors stood up and spoke through the door to the guard, pulling 

his auto-pistol from the holster. "Come in here, spacer!" 

 

The guard shoved the door open and came in. "What is it, Firstspacer?" 

 

"Him." 

 

The guard swung to look at Brice and, as his head turned, Lors brought 

the butt of the pistol down hard. The guard grunted and dropped heavily 

to the floor, his auto-rifle falling with a loud thud. By now, if 

everything was working out right, Danson should be on his way to the 


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