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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

violently. 24,000 m.p.h. The ice rose against the windshield swiftly. 

One of the scout ships closed and fired a rocket. 

 

He kicked at the rudder pedal and threw the ship to the left. The scout 

ship responded like a nervous horse and fluttered away as the rocket 

burned and arced beneath the underbelly. 

 

He pulled the throttle control back, cutting the speed of the ship and 

shoving on the rudder as he hauled at the stick. The maneuver was too 

fast for the ships behind him. They tore past him in silver flashes, 

trying to correct their error. He streaked off toward the Azores 

Islands, slicing into the atmosphere viciously, while he watched the 

other ships whirling off to come back at him. They would soon have to 

break radio silence, or they would never get him. It was almost 

impossible to close on a quarry at these speeds, unless each man knew 

what his buddy was doing. 

 

At 15,000 miles per hour, a micro-second of delay before acting, could 

slam two ships together with a violence that would atomize everything. 

Still they refused to make radio contact with each other. 

 

Lors watched them coming back at him, minute silver specks on the radar 

sweep. He shoved the stick forward and dived for the ocean in a shallow 

plunge. He had the biggest advantage, in that they had to anticipate 

_his_ moves, in order to get him into their sights. One of them got him 

in his sights and fired. 

 

He watched the rocket spearing toward his ship and slammed the stick 

over to the right. The discus-like scout ship flipped over in a slow 

roll, the rocket barely missing the ship. Lors felt a little sick. He 

eased the throttle back, flattening the ship out not fifty feet above 

the water of the Atlantic Ocean. Then he shoved the throttle to the wall 

and raced north. 

 

The Scout ship speed indicator swung crazily and stopped at 24,500 

m.p.h. Behind him, the other four were firewalling their throttles just 

to keep within range. They couldn't possibly fire at him, because going 

away at speeds like they were using, he could outrun any rocket made. 

Not only was that in his favor, but should one of them fire, they would 

fly into their own weapon. 

 

He glanced at Danson. Nick had awakened and was staring wide eyed at the 

ocean that was spinning past them as they streaked north. Then Nick's 

mouth opened and Lors looked ahead. They were almost on the freighter! 

 

Lors lifted the ship and whipped over the spars of the ship in a rush 

that had probably broken lines and smashed windows all over the vessel. 

Behind him, the others were streaking over the ship and Lors could 


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