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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

 

He propped himself on one elbow and looked at her. Her smile was impish 

as she unfastened the buttons of the white blouse and pulled it from the 

waistband of the navy blue skirt. Her fingers unhooked the snaps of the 

bra and dropped it to the floor beside the blouse. The firelight was 

golden against the swelling lift of her breasts and the flat expanse of 

her stomach. Nick felt the thundering beginning again to slam through 

his veins with the holocaust of a napalm bomb exploding against the 

ground as she unzipped the skirt and dropped it into a puddle on the 

thick rug. He watched in pounding fascination as she stepped daintily 

from the whorl of the skirt, clad only in the pinkish transparency of 

her panties. Then they too were a thing of the past, and Beth was 

smiling down at him, passion spearing from her eyes. 

 

"Will I still do?" She asked. 

 

"Do what?" He croaked. 

 

"You know?" She laughed at him, kneeling on the rug. "Will I still do as 

a model?" 

 

He laid down flat and chuckled. "A model, sweetheart, is a small 

imitation of the real thing. You don't look imitation to me." He reached 

up and grabbed her arm to pull her down with him onto the rug, but she 

jerked away. 

 

"Oh, no, you don't. You have to undress too." 

 

He grinned at her and peeled off his clothes quickly. She came into his 

arms then and they made love, letting the glowing warmth of the fire 

caress them hotly. His hands smoothed her breasts while his mouth worked 

at the fire that was coming to life throughout her body. 

 

"Just like old times?" He asked, softly. 

 

"Better, darling ... much better." 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

 

 

Sometime near midnight, Beth took the car and went home. Nick poured a 

cup of the coffee she had made for him and went back into the study to 

look at the paintings a second time. It was good, professional work, and 

he wondered if he could do the same stuff again. Hell, he decided, it'll 

be a long time until I get back at an easel. He finished the coffee and 

went up to bed. 

 

It took awhile to get to sleep. Thoughts of the wrecked plane, Beth, the 

strange men and Nolan Brice kept running around in his head without 

finding answers to the enigmas they presented to him. Finally he slept. 

 

* * * * * 

 

He was looking at himself, in the dream, but it was not in a mirror. He 

was standing inside a polished room and the other Nick Danson lay on a 

bed wrapped in sleep. Nick blinked at the still duplicate of himself on 

the bed and turned away to look at the room he was in. It wasn't large. 

It appeared to be some kind of bedroom, and it was well lighted although 

there were no lights to be seen; the walls seemed to glow, and 

everything was of a bright metal. The mirror caught his eye and he saw 

himself in the same blue and yellow uniform that he'd worn before. The 


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