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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

scout ship hangar. Lors looked at Brice. 

 

"Come on, Nolan. Get into these clothes!" 

 

Between the two of them, the stripping of the guard was fast. In a few 

minutes, Brice was wearing the spacer's blue uniform and was buckling 

the black cartridge belt about his waist. He gripped the auto-rifle in 

his hands eagerly and looked at Lors. 

 

"Hand me his helmet," he said. 

 

Lors picked it up and straightened to hand it to the Terran. Lors saw 

the punch coming, but surprise prevented him from making any move in his 

defense. Nolan Brice's fist smashed into the side of his face with 

stunning shock and he flew backwards onto the bed. 

 

"Thanks," he heard Brice snarl. 

 

Lors rolled off the bed and onto the floor, the force of the punch 

making his head reel. He heard the door to the room close and the sound 

of Brice's running feet outside as he staggered to his feet. You damned 

fool, he thought. You can't get off this ship alone! 

 

He started running after the Terran, drawing his pistol as he ran... 

 


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