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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

Nick continued to ponder the strange men and the woman he was coming 

home to, but it was like bashing his head against a wall. He could 

remember nothing. And, through his thoughts, the memory of the dream 

returned to him. It was the most vivid dream he had ever had, almost as 

though it was real. 

 

Abruptly Andy brought the car to a stop before a sign that read, 

"Weisman Drive." Nick thanked him and climbed out onto the road. The old 

man waved and the car spat cinders as it roared back onto the highway, 

heading toward the town. For a moment, he stood there watching Andy's 

car fade into the night, then he began walking along the road, looking 

for 2312 Weisman Drive and trying to ignore the feeling of fear that 

welled up within him. 

 

When he finally found it, he saw that it was a two story place that 

looked to be white frame, trimmed with a darker color that was probably 

blue. In the off light from the street lamp, it was difficult to tell. 

There was a garage built alongside and a good sized lawn in the front, 

but there was no evidence of children. A light in the front room told 

him that someone was home - likely Beth - and caution told him he'd 

better make sure no friends were with her. 

 

He slipped quietly up on the porch and looked briefly into the window. 

Beth was there, sitting on the sofa reading a book. Her hair, he 

noticed, was brown with a reddish cast to it and she was every bit as 

beautiful as the picture he carried in his hip pocket. 

 

He knocked on the door. 

 

It occurred to him, after he had rapped, that this was his own house. 

Why should he rap? But what was done, was done. He waited until she had 

opened the door and stood looking at him. He tried a smile, but Beth 

Danson's eyes widened in shock and her lips parted in astonishment. 

 

"Nick," she whispered, as though she had seen a ghost, and fell to the 

floor in a dead faint. 

 

Stunned, he stepped over the crumpled body of the woman and walked into 

the room. When he had closed the front door, he lifted her limp body and 

laid her on the sofa. He began patting her face and hands to revive her, 

wondering what the hell he had done to cause her to faint. 

 

Why the devil was she so shocked to see him, he wondered. Is she in love 

with another man and did they rig that plane so it would crash to be rid 

of me? If they had tried to kill him, he could damned well see why she 

had fainted at the sight of him. The rings on her left hand bragged that 

she was married, probably to him. But why faint? 

 

He was trying to decide whether to stay or run, when her long lashes 

fluttered and she came to. Again her greenish eyes dilated in 

astonishment, but this time she did not pass out. Her soft arms slid 

about his neck and she pulled him down to where she could kiss him. Her 


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