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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

car. When he had started it and headed back toward Everett, he found 

himself struggling with the feeling that he was being cheated. 

 

After all, he reasoned with himself, why should a guy have to play 

second fiddle to a man who was probably dead. If Nick Danson were alive, 

it'd be different; but dead, and that was an almost sure thing, he felt 

cheated. Beth could learn to love him. She could forget. Hell, a lot of 

women lost their men for some reason or another, but they accustomed, 

they altered their lives. If a man dropped the reins, some other guy 

should pick them up. It was only natural. 

 

He shut off the thoughts of Beth as he reached the busy section of town 

and concentrated on his driving. He could wait, he decided in closing 

off the thoughts. Sooner or later she would be ready to accept the 

truth, and he would be right there waiting. He maneuvered the Ford 

around several other cars parked in the lot of the City Hall and found 

the berth that bore his name. He killed the engine, got out and went 

inside to his office. 

 

When he opened the door and saw the two men and the Chief sitting in his 

office, he knew it was something big. After awhile, it was so you could 

spot a Fed a mile away. Especially when they were sitting in your 

office. Chief Daniels looked grouchy at him, but his tone was cordial. 

 

"You finish with Peters?" 

 

"Yes." 

 

Daniels nodded, his florid, moon face looking lumpy and important. 

"Lieutenant Brice. This is John Cartwell and Sam Morgan. Secret Service. 

I've promised to give them assistance in an important matter. They'll 

brief you." He nodded an important good-by and left the three of them 

alone. 

 

"What's the problem, gentlemen," Nolan said and settled behind his desk. 

 

Cartwell, a stocky looking thirty year old, with wavy blond hair, did 

the talking, while his dark complected friend puffed placidly on a 

cigar. 

 

"Lieutenant Brice," Cartwell said, "your boss seemed to think that you'd 

be the best man to help us set up our plan of operation. We've already 

contacted the Civil Air Patrol and the National Guard outfit here. We 

have an air search under way and for the meanwhile that's all we can do. 

We were hoping that you could help us get in touch with all the ground 

observing corps' branches; we'll use this office as a headquarters for 

operations." 

 

Nolan blinked, "What's up? An Air Force test plane down?" 

 

Cartwell shook his head. "We got a UFO report..." 

 

"A flying saucer?" Nolan was stunned. 

 

Cartwell chuckled and his partner grinned. "An Unidentified Flying 

Object does not necessarily constitute a space craft, Brice. But 

something was spotted off the Grand Banks, early this morning, going 

like hell and apparently out of control. We got our last sighting over 


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