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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

imagine the terrified crew-members who had probably been knocked flat 

by the wash from the scout ships. 

 

Danson had fainted. 

 

Ahead of him was a heavy cloud cover. He streaked for it, with his four 

buddies in hot pursuit. He hit the cloud cover and began dodging 

recklessly through it, changing his course constantly to throw his 

pursuers off. He burst out on the far side of the bank of clouds and 

couldn't see the other four ships. He streaked for the cabin in the 

mountain country of Pennsylvania, with Danson still out. 

 

Lors throttled back and hovered over the cabin. It was deserted. In the 

sunlight, it looked like a child's toy house in a miniature clearing. He 

settled the ship in another small clearing, in the woods beyond the 

house and shut off the engines. He threw back the canopy and removed the 

belt from around Danson. 

 

He slung the Terran over his shoulder and headed for the cabin. Still 

nothing moved about the place. Lors breathed a sigh of relief. All he 

had to do now, was dump Danson and get out. Nick could tell his wife 

everything and get things straightened out. Brice could be reported as 

missing in the woods and the wrecked scout ship could be covered up by 

the men in Washington. 

 

He eased his way into the house and flopped Danson's unconscious body on 

the couch. He had started to pull off Danson's borrowed uniform when he 

heard the footstep. He whirled about! 

 

Beth! 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN 

 

 

She stood there for a moment and stared at the two of them, and he could 

see from her face that she was not sure which one was her husband. Lors 

came to his feet and looked at her, not quite sure what to say or do. 

 

"Beth..." 

 

"Don't explain, Lors," she told him. Her voice was as calm and as 

unruffled as though she found men from outer space in the cabin every 

afternoon. 

 

"I brought him back," Lors began and felt silly. He wondered vaguely how 

she had known about him and his being a spaceman. 

 

She came into the room and up to where he stood, her eyes boring into 

his. "Why did you bring him back? You could have come back by yourself 

and continued the whole thing." 

 

The realization of her words dawned upon him slowly and he blinked. "You 

_know_ about me? How..." 

 

"I'll tell you later. Why did you bring him back?" 

 

"You want him, don't you? It couldn't work out. Any fool can see that." 

He reached out and gripped her shoulders firmly. "It wasn't supposed to 

happen this way, Beth. It was all supposed to go like clockwork; we 

never figured on the scout ship being wrecked, and I never figured on 


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