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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
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CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

 

 

Lors finished dressing himself, buckling the black belt about his waist; 

then he looked down at the still form of Zark's daughter, Jela, golden 

in the light of the overhead bulb. She slept like a baby. He blew a kiss 

to her and let his breath out in a rush. 

 

"If everything goes right," he whispered, "I'll be back before you know 

I'm gone. If not..." He let it hang there and checked the loads in the 

auto-pistol. 

 

Then he went out into the bright light of the corridor. 

 

* * * * * 

 

The guard merely accepted his auto-pistol when he stopped at the door to 

Danson's prison. Lors gave it to him and the spacer opened the door. 

Nick Danson rubbed the beard on his face and grinned at him. 

 

"Forget something, Firstspacer?" He asked. 

 

When the door closed, Lors said: "Shut up." 

 

Danson blinked. 

 

"Sit down." 

 

Danson sat. 

 

"How badly do you want to get off this ship, Danson?" 

 

"How badly do you want to make Commander?" Danson countered and lit a 

cigarette. 

 

"You willing to risk your life?" 

 

"Why not? It isn't worth a hell of a lot anyhow." 

 

Lors reached into Danson's shirt pocket, found the pack of cigarettes 

and filched one. Nick touched a match to it and Lors dragged the smoke 

into his lungs. He could see the Terran regarding him suspiciously. 

 

"What's the play, Firstspacer?" Danson asked. 

 

"You're dead, Nick," Lors said softly, "if you stay on this ship. That 

can be either literally, or figuratively speaking, I don't know. It all 

depends on Zark's plans for you." 

 

Nick snorted, "Hell, Lors, it can't be any worse than whatever Imry had 

cooked up for me." 

 

"It'll be better. That I can assure you. Zark is a just man, but he 

hasn't much feeling for Terrans..." 

 

"Yeah, I know. The "god" theory." 

 

Lors nodded. 

 

"Well, look, Firstspacer," Danson said, snubbing out his cigarette. 

"Your concern for my welfare touches me deeply, but I don't get it. How 

come?" 

 

Lors grinned. "I've been asking myself that same question, and while I 

can get answers that make sense to me, I sincerely doubt if they'd make 

sense to you. 

 

"Why don't we just say I like you." 

 

"That's rich, but I'll buy it. All I've got to lose is my chains..." 

 

"And your memory." 

 

"Come again?" 

 

Lors sucked on the cigarette. "You can't talk about this thing to anyone 

except your wife." 

 

"Who'd believe me anyhow?" 

 

"It's bigger than that, Danson. If you talk to anyone, I'll kill you." 

 

"You don't make sense. Why not kill me now?" 

 

Lors sighed. "Look, Commander Imry made a booboo, to use one of your 

terms, and I got caught in the middle. This whole operation is fouled up 

because of what he did. If we don't try to put things back, it's going 

to be in a real tough light. 

 

"For the first time in history, Terra is in possession of a scout ship 


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