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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

 

"Thirteen months," he croaked, unable to say anything else. 

 

She nodded. "Oh, Nick, every police agency in the country has been 

looking for you. I've had detectives out hunting. Nolan Brice has been 

doing everything he can to locate you. But they couldn't. No one could. 

It was as though you had disappeared from the face of the earth." 

 

"Nolan Brice?" Nick asked. 

 

"Your best friend..." When she realized that he knew nothing of the man, 

Nick could see her starting to cry. Her eyes began filling and he could 

almost see the hopelessness within her. 

 

"Please, honey. Don't start crying again." 

 

"I'm trying not to." 

 

He rose to his feet slowly, his head starting to thump and thunder 

again, and took her into his arms. It was kind of difficult, trying to 

comfort her the way a husband should, but he tried. 

 

"Listen, Beth," he whispered against her cheek. "It'll all come back to 

me. It'll all come back eventually and I'll remember. But for now ... 

for now, you'll have to bear with me. I don't know where I've been, or 

what I've done, so don't tell anyone I'm here. Please! Don't tell a 

single soul! No one!" 

 

"But why, Nick?" 

 

"Because I could have killed someone. I could be a thief, a desperado or 

something. I don't know. I could even have gotten married..." 

 

"Oh, darling!" She collapsed on his shoulder and began crying violently 

again. 

 

"Honey, honey! I didn't say that's what I've done. It's just that I 

don't know. Whatever I am, I can take my medicine, but I want to know 

what it is first. You've got to understand that." 

 

She tried a smile, blinking back the tears that lay close to the 

surface, and he forced a smile to pull at his mouth. It was difficult to 

comfort her, yet he knew that it was his duty to do so. She'd been 

through a hell of a lot, _and_ she had the memories of it. He did not. 

Despite the alien feeling that was welling within him, he knew that she 

was the only person who could help him return to himself. Whether he 

loved her or not was immaterial; he needed her desperately to show him 

to the man he was. Perhaps it would all come back then. 

 

"I'm sorry, Nick. I'll try to help." 

 

"Thanks, honey." 

 

"Hungry?" She asked brightly, moving to turn the flame on under the 

coffee pot. At his nod, she went on: "There's some apple pie and I can 

whip up a couple of sandwiches, or something." 

 

"Coffee and pie is fine." 

 

"In a way, it'll be like courting all over again," she told him, in an 

attempt at lightness. "It's terrible to lose the things we had, the 

memories. I can't share them with you anymore. But we'll make a whole 

lot of new ones to take their place." 

 

"I'm interested in the old ones right now," he told her glumly. "Things 

have happened so fast, it's hard to accustom to the thing." 


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