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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

from time to time, the stubby fingers of his hands forming a pyramid 

before his lips as he slumped in his chair. Lors left nothing out, 

except his love for Beth Danson. He couldn't bring himself to tell about 

that. When he had finished, Commander Zark's eyes were hot with angry 

indignation. 

 

"I'll see that Imry cannot get a command on a planet with a pure ammonia 

atmosphere for this trick! I'll see him tortured by Thistians!" The old 

man stopped his tirade as quickly as he had begun it. "You know what 

this means, Lors?" 

 

"I'm afraid to guess." 

 

"The wrecked scout ship can be covered up easily enough because of the 

Terran politics; they always arrange it so that one branch of government 

has no idea of what the other branches are doing. We'll have some of our 

men in Washington mumble in their beards about experimental aircraft 

until everyone is taken from the scene except our people. Then we'll 

have the ship taken somewhere, ostensibly to be studied, and they'll all 

forget it. 

 

"But these Terrans are another matter. If they can get their people to 

listen to them, we're in trouble..." 

 

"Perhaps," Lors said softly, "if they were believed, it would speed up 

our relations with the Terran governments." 

 

Zark shook his grey head. "No. They aren't ready yet. They're still in 

such a fluctuating state that half the population believes in witchcraft 

and superstition, while the other half understands science and looks 

toward the future. 

 

"Besides, Lors, others have tried those same tactics and were not 

believed. To tell the truth, I'm not quite sure _what_ to do." 

 

"We could continue the bluff." 

 

The Commander's brows lifted. "You mean you continue as our agent down 

there?" 

 

"Yes, sir. The way it worked out, with the crash, it merely supported 

the story I was to tell Danson's wife. I really did have temporary 

amnesia. No one knows anything, except about the ship. Brice found 

Danson's watch at the crash site, but we could work a little mental 

trick on him and make him forget everything he knows, couldn't we?" 

 

"It would be risky. You never know if that process will work until it is 

tried. As much as I hate the thought, it would be best to kill both of 

them and send you back to the Terran woman. After we had tried to bluff 

out Imry's plan for a month, or so, we could arrange an accident for you 

in which it would appear that you were dead - perhaps utilizing the real 

Danson for the accident. Does the woman suspect anything?" 

 

"I don't think so," Lors told him. "She seems too happy in having me 

back, at the moment." 

 

Zark smiled at him and clamped a hand to his shoulder. "You're tired, my 

boy. Get some rest and we'll talk about this thing later. You can use 

Firstspacer Thesa's quarters. Danson is in yours." 


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